Their was was a mercenary clan known as the Raluna Clan.
This was a clan feared nationwide for their adept silent
killing, and for a rumour of a hereditary visual technique
passed down from generation, to generation.
~Please note that this is unfinished~
The entire world is in turmoil- not that anyone really cares. In this world each citadel is confined to care only for themselves. Monsters of every kind roam, and they are the majority. The pitiful humans are the minority. In order to struggle for survival each citadel has taken drastic measures ...
About a year ago, I started writing a graphic and violent short story about a serial killer and myself being his apprentice. This is a small excerpt from it. I am happily engaged to the woman of my dreams, but I have man crushes all the time. The man from this fictional story was one of them.