Canvas Ranger Villain side
Blank story Prologue Part 1
I wake up in an unfamiliar room, an unfamiliar bed, with an unfamiliar ceiling I've been staring for a while now. The room was one of the rent-rooms of a cheap boarding house. It was narrow; cramped enough just with a single bed, a small wardrobe, a small study desk-table lamp, scattered papers and all-and a chair. I stood up and walk toward the even-more-cramped bathroom just the other side of the bed. I put my hands on the sink and lean over, just to found a fierce reflection in the mirror that glared back at me.
It was me.
The face was scary enough even without the stubble, but now it was covered with short rough facial hair that spread across the jaw line, the chin, and above the lips like wild bushes, made it look like some vicious gangster who happen to like killing people around just because they stare at him. I sighed and took the cheap soap that lay on the rim of the sink-no shaving foam, unfortunately