If Remo Drammen scared me shitless when I met him back in Vegas, he totally petrified me now, in this land of death, in this other world.
It was an unreasonable fear, a primitive instinct born in an era when people still lived in caves, passing down stories to their children we now read about in religious books. It was a feeling deep within my soul, in a place never touched before.
It was an unreasonable fear, given the fact the guy was just standing there doing nothing threatening, especially with him dressed in a ridiculous electric-blue suit and round plastic-rimmed glasses. He looked like the weird guy in town everyone had something to gossip about, just a harmless guy who"d rather keep to himself.
He was not harmless. No, he was one of the most dangerous beings I"d had the misfortu
