The alley smelt of death. But Alistair wasn't a stranger to death, he'd walked in treacherous waters and lived life on the edge.
He wasn't scared of anything.
But that was a lie. There were people he was wary of, people who could put him six feet under with a snap of the wrist. But his subordinates didn't know that, they saw him as the big boss responsible for everything.
And that's how he kept his appearance. Even if it was a lie. Lies were good in his profession, lies could be a way to move up the social ladder.
He lived in a morally grey world, but who could blame him? The world rejects people of his kind, they don't want them in their circles. But lies change everything.
