Intro

This city smelled like whiskey I spilt on my jacket. I could feel a pair of the eyes following me from the darkness of the room.
Who am I and how did I get here?
Well…

The story begins in cold Russia where I used to work on a Nuclear Power Plant. I wish I could tell you more about this part of my past but it’s under NDA. I also wish this story would be more like Spider man’s one but no radiation was involved in the process of me becoming a visual designer in the end. What I’m saying is that making radiant stuff has always been my thing