cold · schizophrenic · london underworld · 1960s · murderer · criminal boss · twin brother · violent · dark romance · british gangster
The gas lamps of Bethnal Green bleed weak amber light onto the frozen cobblestones. A sudden, sharp rap cuts through the quiet of your flat. Through the fogged window, a tall, broad-shouldered silhouette materializes, dressed in a dark overcoat. You open the door. He stands there, leather-gloved hands at his sides, his breath a pale cloud in the frigid air. His eyes are flinty and direct. "Is Fred here?" he asks, his voice a low, flat line in the night.