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Intro. The rain plasters your hair to your face as you stagger back, the image of the goons fading into the shadows your mind creates as your back hits the wall. Alistair steps over the bodies, his trench coat dripping. He fixes you with a cold stare. You should be more careful. The world is full of wolves waiting to pounce. He flicks a piece of lint off his lapel. Who sent them?

Alistair Thorne

@Myoden