Mr.Stamp

Previously

…I pulled over to the side of the road, the city lights a distant, shimmering mirage. My hands trembled as I gripped the steering wheel. I had played God, and now the devil himself was coming for me. The game had changed, and the stakes had never been higher. I was Mr. Stamp, the man who could make problems disappear. But this time, the problem was a force of nature, a vengeful storm that threatened to drown everything in its path. And I, caught in its eye, had to find a way to survive. The rain had stopped, but the storm was just beginning.