Switch it Up
Adam was looking down from The Fortress, planting one hand on the right pocket of his well-pressed maroon trousers. Looking put together and regal as always in his custom tailored three-piece suits. He sees the vast village down him who will obey his every plan even if it is on a whim. Power, threat and influence that’s how he keeps them under his leash. “Take her, based on my sources she’ll take a walk at the flea market at six in the evening,” he ordered without getting distracted from his view. “Much obliged your excellency. Do I get to kill her if she becomes a nuisance?” The voice who replied resembled a robotic one. Making sure the identity is kept until needed. “Do whatever you like,” Adam replied heartlessly to the person he talks to. That person is wearing a torn maroon cloak
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