The Gentleman I guess you could say everything appeared normal, well, almost everything. The abnormality was impossible for a regular civilian to spot, the result of this being that most people these days tend to lack perception. The abnormality walked, among the crowds of busy people, hiding a revolver under his long black jacket that barley hung above the ground. His clothes were outdated; his mannerisms strange. The man must have collided with several Others as he walked down the high street, yet not one of them could find the time to stop him. He eyeballed his target, and began the vital pursuit. The task was simple. Track, locate, and exterminate the pest that troubled his boss. The abnormality was more commonly know as 'the gentleman' -which massively contradicts his job-. He worked for one of the richest mobsters of our time, and was employed to exterminate troublemakers. His target had 'borrowed' money that he regretfully couldn't repay. The pest moved fast, showing a slight hint off fear in the way he moved. Jumping and twitching all over the place. A vague smile spread across the gentleman's face. He knew the pest was making the most out of his body. while it still functioned...