Before the Fall; Prologue

Kyoto, 2011

The Raven's Head, a dimly lit bar furnished by dark oaken stools and barrels. It was the perfect place to brood and contemplate ones life, which is exactly why Daniel Almis occupied the central seat at the bar. Grasped loosely in his hand was a rum as dark as the establishment around him; Havana Club, aged 7 years. Neat.

"Mister Almis?" A question from the shadows which deserved an answer verbally but not physically.

"What." It was a blunt reply, lacking any of the usual sarcasm. He hadn't had enough rum of that yet.

"My name is Alana Williams, I work as a freelance writer," The voice now had a face, local in ethnicity but surprisingly American in accent. Only now, upon fully registering the presence of a female, did Daniel straighten up and offer her some semblance of attention.

"And here I was hoping no one would recognise me across the world." Dan gave the usual smirk, serious about wanting to escape the questions but also unwilling to dismiss such an attractive woman. Her flowing black hair fell just past her shoulders, complimenting the small dress she wore. Obviously she was dressing to impress; and Dan was impressed.

"I had to purposely find you, Mister Almis." She leaned in, a scent of lavender becoming apparent. "I'm very interested in your story, or atleast what you remember."

"My memory is fine, thank you very much." Dan laughed, seeing it as nothing more than a joke.

"Let's start with something easy then," Her spare hand placed a journal on the bar, the other preparing a pen to write. "You served in Iraq, tell me about it." Alana's eyes narrowed, ready to listen.

At first Dan hesitated, casting a glance to his drink. With one quick swig he took the last drops down, grimacing at the strength.

"Alright, but you're paying."

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