I stare into my own eyes in my reflection.
And the Jackal stares back.
His eyes cold, and imposing.
A stare that pierces all flesh and bone.
My timid eyes bow before his.

I walk down streets of worn stone.
He walks with me.
He is with me always.
He cares for nothing.

Into his heart I look, and where I have stored my pain I find.
Where I...