C254 Freelancer Leo

In an unremarkable alley near the north coast of Elbe River, in the pavilion of an old, three-story building, a mad, middle-aged man was scribbling on a piece of paper with half a bottle of whisky in his hand.

There was only a wooden bed and a Table in the triangular pavilion. On the ground, on the sheets, there were pages filled with words written on the Table