In as much as I was convinced that I had killed the wrong guy, the gold pendant I had found in the possession of Adonis gave me a little reason to think otherwise. My only option was to pay a visit to the trenches of Oxford. From the onset of history, Oxpen had scribbled it's name on the dark books of the kingdom as a place never to be visited by a stranger at night especially if they were fail hearted or easily offended by the heights of immorality.