The sky shifted slowly from the classic pink industrial color and started to fade above Oslo. The Brander was watching the Villa...

Parysh Tambein was moving fast through the packed streets of Amsterdam. The cigar in between his fingers was burning at a steady pace and...

He had always been cruel. Ever since he was a boy, growing up in the sticks in Sweden. Karl Hanson had always enjoyed watching others...

John Martin was suddenly awake. He looked around, What the fuck? He was in a spacious room. It felt clinical for some reason, The color...

John Martin woke up slowly. His head was heavy and his mouth tasted like shit! He opened his eyes and reached for Maria but his hands...