Hello everyone, here is the beginning of a spin-off of my original story (or more like branch ? background story ? ) I will not write the end here. I just decided to write the beginning here so I can get some criticism. I won't mind anything you write, so please be truthful =)


It was a hot night in the streets of Creon. Even in the dark hours, the city was still bustling with life. No wonder the metropolis has been nicknamed the sleepless city. Between merchants and the university, it was never really peaceful, even in the dead of the night.

Stanley was strumbling about in the streets, getting his way through the maze of cobblestone to his cramped apartment. His mind was hazy, probably either due to the ridiculous amount of late paperwork he handed to the chief, or to the amber liquid he downed afterwards.
As he slowly made his way up the stairs to the confined dump he called his home, he lighted up a cigarette and sighed. No matter how much work he got down, the crime rate kept going up. It was like fighting one of Ilmaria desert's regenerative sandworm with a toothpick.
Upon entering inside, he noticed an enveloppe. Nobody would ever think of writing to him. Groaning, he dropped on the couch, ripping up the enveloppe to read the letter.

Hello my blood brother,

I took the initiative of writing to you, because we both know if I waited for you to find me, I could wait for centuries. In my great benevolence, I decided to contact you, to inform you of my feats. I could not let these beasts roam the streets along with us. I know you understand that. I hope you like my work.

Limewick docks.

'Till next time
D.

Along with the letter was a tuft of brown fur. "What the ..." he grunted and dropped the letter on the floor. "Great, now nutjobs send me letters at home after hunting some random animal". Without even eating anything, Stanley laid on the couch and fell asleep.


EDIT : this font doesn't stand accents ??? Damn >< I wanna put my accent on my city naaame !! Let me be french