@vincentbisset :~)
he had always been a journalist at heart. hungry for the truth, eager to expose the secrets that others attempted to keep hidden in the dark. with the fortune he'd accumulated from that infamous edinburgh flat, he also had a newfound freedom: the ability to pursue his passion without the constraints of financial worry. but little did he know that his thirst would begin down a dark and hazardous path; a chance encounter at a local pub, an overheard conversation from a group of men discussing their ties to the high table. curiosity piqued, who wouldn't decide to dig deeper? using contacts and resources to uncover the web of assassins that operated in the shadows of london, later to be discovered as the shadows of the entire globe, he found himself as simply an observer. a curious journalist who had stumbled upon something too big to ignore. however, as he delved further into the seedy underbelly of the city, he found himself drawn into the world — eventually a leash around his own neck.
a willing pawn, he became: someone who could be used to disseminate information or serve as a mouthpiece when needed. the straddle of two worlds > one of journalism and one of death. it was a precarious position to be in, but he couldn't deny the rush he felt as he navigated the murky waters of the underground world. he finds himself seated inside the london continental hotel, a meeting called to order by a high-ranking member of the high table, eyes watching as a man finally sits beside him — two hours of waiting paying off.
“oye, if i knew this was going to be an all-night affair, i would've packed a fucking overnight bag.”
