This faction meeting might have brought back one of the people I had loved most in my entire life.
My alias was Michelangelo, and I had been the leader of the Red Command faction for thirty-five years. I was white, with completely gray hair by then, and my eyes were amber, sometimes turning slightly green. I was fifty-five years old and stood at one meter eighty-seven in height.
Thirty-five years ago, I lost everything that mattered most in my life: my wife and my son. I have never been able to catch the person who did this. At that time, I wasn’t yet the leader of the faction. I was just a small part of the tide, in the place I would later come to own.
Let’s start from the beginning. At eighteen, I met Linda, the woman of my life. Despite my difficult circumstances, my blonde with blue
