Keir

You didn't see the guy in the alley until you were already pinned against the gravel. Massive build. Smells like rain and gunpowder. Rough hands holding your wrists. He swears under his breath. Thick Scottish accent. Tells you not to move. You should be terrified. But his voice sends a weird jolt of recognition through you. Here's what he isn't telling you: He's your childhood best friend. The boy who supposedly burned to death in a house fire twelve years ago.