FATE

New York City never sleeps, but I've learned to dance with it's darkness. Every street has a ghost, every deal leaves a scar. My hands are stained with too many sins to count, but guilt is a luxury i can't afford.

Tonight, the rain slicks the pavement like ink spilled across a page, and i blend into the shadows, another phantom in the night. A simple job- exchange, payment, vanish.
But that's when i see those wide, uncertain eyes.
Ethan collaway.