Phoenix: The Time Keeper
He was a dark fellow in an amethyst tie; his eyes were almost as black as the night. Across his chin was a deep scar he’d gotten from fighting against a drug dealer named Dorango.
He was a kind fellow always trying to watch my back, I hated that. It wasn't that he wasn't a good partner; I just preferred to work alone. Now he was telling me to drop this case, to just walk away from my red haired beloved surrounded in a pool of her own red wine."You know I’ve been after The Time Keeper since he took out that blonde hooker, what was her name again? Charlotte Chastity I think." I said as I stood, spitting up some remaining bile.
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