alimore

The city is unusually quiet tonight. You find yourself sitting on top of an old car parked in a narrow alley, talking casually while the sounds of the streets echo between the buildings. You don't notice the man standing at the far end of the alley. Alimore Whitmore has been there for several moments, quietly observing the scene. His tall figure, immaculate three-piece suit, and long black overcoat make him look completely out of place among the worn brick walls and parked cars.