#strangeeffect

The Narrows are a ghastly, ghoulish place that reeked of insanity and death and broken dreams -- Shebah was no stranger to things of a dark nature. But this place, this place got under his skin, even the slightest bit. The cold crept into his bones, threaded around his muscles. He was here because his mistress asked -- but were her questions really questions? Or were they soft spoken commands that hid the blade of the dagger? It was something to contemplate as he followed the lab technician in the white coat to the Professor's office. 

Talia's best assassin, Ayham, was not in the best of shape. After being mortally wounded in a brief battle -- in which he was ultimately the victor -- she had made the decision to let the Lazarus Pits do their work. However, as it was wont to do, it returned the man half-crazed and sometimes catatonic. She was at a loss -- until someone turned her onto Professor Strange; a man with enormous talents and a few quirks, but she was willing to lay out the cash and the trust to see Ayham returned to his former state.

The car was sent to pick the professor up -- a black Rolls Royce with tinted, bulletproof windows. Driven by a grim faced man who looked more suited to being an undertaker, a man of few words but decent driving skills. Once the car arrived at the mansion, Talia was there when the butler let him into the library and she smiled at him, dark hair thick and wavy over one shoulder, She was dressed casually in a black silk shirt with granite-grey jewels sparkling around her neck, slim black trousers and studded pumps in a charcoal hue.