LOGAN: Bound to a Demon
It’s a pathetic idea, I know, and I might pass out if I endure the chest burn any longer.
I find myself on a rooftop, at least ten storeys above the ground. It’s getting dark, and the city lights are starting to come on, illuminating the cold evening. The building is impressive. It’s a hotel. The first one my father built after a company crisis that led him to believe he would soon lose a whole lot of money. It was an investment that no one knew about except me, because he wanted to build it under my name. I was only fourteen at the time, but I’ve always been good at keeping secrets. Of course, now, I doubt that I could ever claim legal ownership of it. He had it sorted out a long time ago a
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