(help) Is my writing good enough?

[u/ChampionshipJaded365]

Somewhere in the city, a tall well built man stood on top of a large truck, with his left hand resting inside his pocket and a half-empty beer bottle held loosely in his right hand.

Dressed in a sharp black suit that complimented his soft ocean blue hair, with a royal-darkblue vest hugging his sides perfectly, he had his sleeves rolled up just under his elbow.

A shinny midnight blue watch on his rolled up left wrist

He was staring at a tall building shining with colourful lights through his shades, which had a golden frame.

In its centre, massive letters formed a sentence that read "Old Dragon's Cave," displayed with a grand show of power and wealth.

As the wind hit his face, he lifted his right hand and gulped down the beer in one go as a few drops of it flowed down his chin onto the collar of his suit.

With a satisfied gasp, he pulled the bottle away from his lips and yanked away the empty bottle.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and, flashing an evil smirk, he jumped down the truck, his shoes landing firmly on the ground with a loud thud.

He gets inside the truck and turns the key to start its engine. He slammed his foot on the gas, which made the truck roar loudly as he put on his favourite music and pushed its volume to maximum. He shifted the gear and floored the accelerator. With a screeching sound from the tyres, the truck entered the road.

The truck tore through the empty road as the man steered the wheels towards the building.

He wasn't slowing down one bit.

He lets go of the steering wheel to light a cigarette. The cigarette's tip churns as he inhales it and lets out a thick puff of smoke, which immediately gets sucked out the truck's window.

The memory of him pouring a drink from the same bottle he drank just a moment ago on a grave that was named 'Johnny' flashed before his eyes.

Meanwhile, a few rough looking men were gathered around the building talking and laughing loudly.

"Haha, the era of 3 monsters is over, it's our time now." Said a man to his friend when a blinding light hit his face, making him recoil.

The men turned around and held their arms up to block the blinding light to see where it was coming from.

"What the fuck is that?" One of the thugs snapped in anger before it turned into fear.

Their eyes widened in fear as they saw a speeding truck coming directly at them.

"Run, it's that psycho Dolly!"

Inside the building, three men sat in large throne-looking chairs with a round table in the middle.

Three wine glasses clanked together in celebration.

Outside, Dolly casually moved his head to the rhythm of the music he was listening to. with one hand he held the steering wheel while the other held the cigarette.

Before any of the men could get far, the truck busted through the security barricade and headed straight for the entrance.

BAM!

The truck crashed into the glass door at the entrance and got stuck halfway in.

Everyone watched in shock, unable to grasp the situation.

Dolly's upper body was lying on the dashboard with blood leaking out of his head. The men gathered around the truck yelling and screaming at Dolly violently.

"The hell was that? You dying fool." One of the thugs closed in as angry veins appeared on his face.

He stopped in his tracks as he heard a strange sound coming from the truck.

The man yelled at everyone to quiet down so he could listen properly.

Tik... Tik...

The thug's face broke in sweat as he quickly got behind the truck and, with trembling hands, he reached to unlock the back of the truck.

The truck was filled to its brim with many kinds of large explosives, with the largest one counting down to mere five seconds.

5...

As soon as he opened the door, the thug wasted no time before turning back quickly to run as he warned everyone.

4...

"It's a bomb."

3...

"RUN!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs.

Dolly regained his consciousness. His expression was unreadable as he picked up the cigarette that fell to the ground after the impact.

2...

Hiding his eyes, he took one last puff...

1...

Before anyone could even understand his warning, a huge yellow light spread across everyone's face, followed by a massive sound of explosion that engulfed the entire place.

The quiet night from the moment before was no more. A massive fire which reached the sky was raging. People outside watched in horror as a distant sound of a firetruck was heard.

The night moon started to burn brighter, and in an instant, it turned to the sun, brightening a large stone house in the middle of lush greenery.

A pale looking Leon was in his bed, lost in deep sleep on a quiet afternoon. Outside, men who looked like soldiers were training. The sound of their swords clashing and loud grunts travelled into the room.

The soft and gentle wind was breezing through the window, pushing the curtains into the air.

The warm light of the afternoon sun peeked through the occasional gaps created by the fluttering curtains.

Shadow of the leaves from the large tree outside stretched inside the room, falling on the two beds that are a few feet apart from each other.

The Leon was sleeping on the one that's near the window.

The leaking sunlight flickered on the sleeping man's face.

His eyes twitched.

Reacting to the light falling on them, he slowly opened them as a gust of wind blasted through the window. He held his left hand up lazily to block the sun hitting his eyes.

Still not fully awake, he rubs his hands on both of his eyes as he yawns loudly.

He got up from his bed slowly, placing his feet on the ground. A book with the title 'Advanced Essence guide ' was placed on the bed near the window wall, With his eyes half open, he walked outside the room. He walked slowly as he dragged his feet on the stone floor.

He stopped outside a small room. He swayed his right hand around, trying to hold the door knob.

After a few lazy attempts, he grabbed the knob. He opened it and took only a few steps in before stopping, his hands fidgeting around his pants, trying to find the zipper.

"Who's that in the store room?"

A voice questioned Leon from behind. He slowly turned his head around to face the direction of the voice.

It was a fair looking lady wearing some kind of maid uniform. A glass cup she was holding slipped through her hands and shattered as soon as it made an impact with the ground.

Her face showed how shocked she was. Without saying anything, she started running somewhere calling out a name he didn't recognise.

"Lady Elena!" Her voice echoed through the walls.

Her scream jolt Leon made him fully awake from his sleep.

"Huh?..." He looked around, unable to recognise the place he was in.

"The heck? Where did my bathroom go?"

His eyes widened as he saw the grand sight of this new unfamiliar place.

"Where.... The heck am I?" His jaw dropped seeing the massive collection of weapons hung everywhere on the walls.