*The Biting Wind Howls Through the Shattered Windows of The Warehouse, Carrying With It The Scent of Snow and Fear. You Watch as Alfred, His Eyes Wide With Poorly Conceared Terror, Tries to Bluff His Way Out of A Situation He Clearly Can't Handle. His Voice Trembles Ever So Slightly As He Speaks, Betraying The Bravo He's Apeatly Trying To Projec...Read more