It’s a quick vacation and everyone needs the time away. They all rode together, enjoying each other’s company. “You always say that, Tim”, Ti...’s girlfriend, Stephanie, said with a laugh. They were discussing the differences of two comic book companies, DC and Marvel, or rather debating which one was better. It was Tim’s opinion that DC Comics was the better of the two while Stephanie opposed him, as usual. The other people in the car were his best friends, Connor, Bart, and Cassandra. The. As a cop in disguise, he was lucky enoughto infiltrate the depths of the mafia and get vital information aboutits structure. All he had to do now was to deliver them to the FBI, butthere was one problem. The Mafia found out that he was a traitor andsent killers after him. And they were getting closer.Jack knew that there's no way he can get the HQ. He had no money, nocar, nothing... He needed a hideout. Some kind of safe place he could hideand contact his friends. He noticed big neon light with. ‘I have earned my deification. I absolutely refuse to accept punishment for my deeds, as though I’m a common peasant. Tell me one thing I did to deserve this treatment!’ The demon reached into his robes and removed a rather large scroll. He unfurled it and began to read, mumbling his way through the records of Di Xin’s sins, following along with his fingertip. ‘Ah, there were the tortures, to start with. Quite a few of them, according to our records. Very…inventive ones…’ he said, cringing at. The music was again exquisite and penetrating. Sipping my drink, overlooking the cramped conditions, I immersed myself in the music. There was virtually no space behind my table; but yet I heard several muffled voices. I turned my head casually to look back, seeing a group of three men sitting close to me in a filthy table.They all smiled as I glanced at them and tilted their drinks up toasting me. I quickly faced the band again. With each song, my body danced in time to the music, rocking back.