Twenty stood on the balcony of his room, staring at the full moon suspended high in the night sky. A glass of whiskey rested in one hand and a cigar in the other. Though he tried to appear composed, tension coiled beneath the surface. The recent developments had twisted his court case into something far more dangerous, and the only path out now lay with the mysterious man his lawyer had recommended.
If that man proved less capable than Damian had claimed, Twenty knew he was staring down the barrel of a life sentence.
"The answers you seek are not in the stars… It lies in the abyss."
Twenty jerked sharply to the left at the unfamiliar voice. The glass slipped from his hand as he grabbed the terrace for balance. His chest rose and fell violently as he stared at the strange figure leaning against the railing, gaze fixed calmly on the moon as if he had always been there.
