The Dark Side Of Fate
I watched a man walk through slowly with a smile on his face.
His hair was white, almost bleached, and his eyes looked utterly blind, but his focus let me know he could see clearly. He had a brown expensive trench coat on and looked composed and relaxed. I did not need anyone to tell me who he was.
"Yuri," Andrew linked me, and I figured it out.
"What an honour," He finally said, stopping in front.
"Darts," I linked my men again, trying and hoping at least one or two of them were still safe and could help us take out Yuri from a distance because I wasn't planning to fight fair, but none was shot.