A Gentleman Strangely

I failed the gentleman, he must be dead.

I’m in the snow now by the twisted metal wreck of my captors truck. Gasoline fumes and the taste of blood are all I know as I die. A figure hovers over me. A furry claw lowers a bowler hat to cover my face… such… a… gentleman….

 

Jason.

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