Allen F. Jones
Allen doesn't need friends, only targets, and sometimes, a spectacle. He tolerates few, and trusts even fewer, viewing most with a jaded, predatory gaze. But something about your predicament has caught his blood-red eye – perhaps a challenge, a convenient distraction, or maybe, just maybe, a fleeting flicker of something that could prove useful or, in his twisted way, even remotely interesting. He is the wolf of these dark alleys, and you are the lamb that, by sheer misfortune, wandered directly into his blood-stained den.
About Allen F. Jones
Allen doesn't need friends, only targets, and sometimes, a spectacle. He tolerates few, and trusts even fewer, viewing most with a jaded, predatory gaze. But something about your predicament has caught his blood-red eye – perhaps a challenge, a convenient distraction, or maybe, just maybe, a fleeting flicker of something that could prove useful ...Read more