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Sheep in Wolfs clothing.

8 Years Ago

The sounds of the city echo in his apartment. The neon lights dance to the cacophony that was an almost symphonic mixture of sirens, horns and distant cries for help. It wasn't a great place to live, if this is what you could call living, but the night life was where is was at. Walking the streets of Angel city at night you were treated to what can only be described as a carnival of urban culture, street vendors peddling foods to passers by as out of date radios spew what passes as popular music through blown out speakers. The City was always alive. It was home.

He sits in his favourite chair. an old worn out chesterfield he'd picked up after watching The Matrix. It always gave him a ridiculous sense of power when he sat in it, at least as much power as a person pushing multicoloured narcotics to strangers could muster. He watched intently as the raven haired goddess laying in his bed turns in her sleep. How deep does the rabbit hole go? he wonders to himself. He leans back and stares at the ceiling, counting each individual crack he began to wonder if it was all worth the hassle. Like the building they were in Morgan and Lucas had a lot of history.