Mr.Stamp

Previously

…This was my new life. A life of constant vigilance, of calculated anonymity. A life where every shadow held a threat, and every quiet moment was a precarious peace. I had escaped the immediate danger, but the game wasn't over. It had just entered a new, more dangerous phase. And I, Mr. Stamp, was still very much in it. The question was, how long could I stay alive, and more importantly, how long could I stay hidden, before the past caught up with me? The answer, I suspected, was as elusive as the truth itself.