Part 4- Vigilantism
4.7.07 by I.R.
My work as an assassin takes me to a small town settled in a country that is distinguishable only by its peculiar weather phenomena. My solicitor is an elderly gentlemen who fears for his life, threatened by lucid fantasies of dark spirits and sickening declarations of violence. Unbeknownst to the bloke, is the reality that every twilight hour of every night, his crimson-eyed tormentor peers into the sleeping man's chambers, eagerly contemplating his demise.
