I found myself wet cold and apparently the lone survivor of a ship wreck. It must have been a terrible storm. What else could destroy a ship and create this much debris? But where am I? Who am I?
While surveying the scene I could see the scattered bodies …
Skeith has always thought of taking a man’s life in secret as an art form. Truth be told, he never thought of what he did as ’taking’ a man’s life, but rather he facilitated the purchasing of a man’s life. He never took pleasure in it and he never killed …