-Until the end of time
I was never a fan of this city, but it suited me, it grew on me over time like an grotesque growth on the wrinkled back of an elderly man, but back to the topic, this city, something about its unsettling aurora, or maybe the charming city folk who would sooner stab you in the back than ask for the time, I guess it would put most tourists of from a quick visit. 'Time', I like that word. time is the unlimited continued progress of existence for all life forms and the perception of events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole, yet people treat it as a mere measurement of when the next meaningless event in their tiny lives was. Kinda like me in a way, I can do things no other folk could even dream of, but still I take on pitiful jobs from helpless dames, Still, a jobs a job, and im certainly not a psychologist who can magically solve all my 'sad dilemmas. My name is Cyprian Stint, I'm a gun for hire.
My job differs from your average Private eye though.Yes, in a way you could probably guess the kinda job I do, Client comes in, I get my sweet share of the loot and I head off to work. The problem is solved of course, but not so much in the present. It is why I am so good at what I do, I simply prevent the crime from ever happening. I take the money from them first, as the poor suckers can never remember even coming into my office, that my friend is because they didn't, it never happened, I am just one hell of a mercenary, if I do say so myself.
Being able to travel time sure has its advantages.
The Night was your average in this street, the stifling corrupt reek of death gathered in a vast veil over the city, I have my own way of dealing with things though, I always thought the blue smog of tobacco burning from a cigarette added a little more color to this city, so as I inhale each smoke they had better god-damn thank me. Now, I understand that my work space is questionable for some, but I believe in organised chaos, my stained igneous desk kept all my precious belongings sheltered in a somewhat systematic labyrinth. I had a gun rested on a pile of unfinished paper work I may or may not consider finishing, I keep the gun loaded for any acts of vexatious disturbances. Next to the gun was my wallet, I also try to keep that loaded if you catch my meaning. The case started like any other.
