One Lucky Soldier
A story about a white feather that drifted innocently to the floor, because the man that was holding it died.
A story about a white feather that drifted innocently to the floor, because the man that was holding it died.
Life is dangerous in the New York Underground, a parallel to the buisness world. If you're big in the underground, wealth will work its way to your buisness. If you fail there, your buisness will run into the ground. If you want to get anywhere, you call in help. You hire an assassin. And, if you just happen to hire a...
(ON HOLD/HIATUS) They seem to know everything about me. Where I came from. Who my family is. Who I am. The only thing left secret is my name. To them, I am Periculum, just Periculum, for I am told I am lesser than them. They tell me I am the only one alive.. they tell me to join them. Join their cause. I .. I can't do...