Being who you are is one thing, being what you are because of some fluke accident is an entirely different thing. Few things could be used to describe the man that was currently walking down the street. In most peoples eyes none of them good. Criminal, murderer, psychopath, That’s just a few choice ones, but there’s one that really stands out, and for good reason. Monster. Though most would call him a monster for the other names. But he’s also a real monster, thanks to actions brought on by himself.
Leave it to him to take on another gang lord and end up being cursed. Not that he cares either way. its just been something hard for him to over come and get use to. Only people in his inner circle knew Boss’ condition. He kept it hidden pretty well. But having heightened senses right now proved useful in more things than one. Currently he knew someone was following him. Could smell them. he decided to have a bit of fun with whoever it was. Turning the corner quickly, lead them on a merry chase before he backtracked behind them. A growl then to let them know they’d fucked up as he stood there. “Oi, who the bloody ‘ell are you and why the fock are you following me?” He stood there, hulking massive frame at 6′2, gun in hand, and glaring at the person.