His arbitrary mind. 

His arbitrary mind.

Two hours later.

Uzair was in his apartment, drinking Bourbon with a cigarette hanging from the corner of his lips, already lit up. Leaning across the chair with his elbow propping on the table, he exhaled the fog of smoke in one puff before taking another sip from his snifter glass. He took a glance at his watch. It was nighttime. His lips curled up in a smile with his eyes drawn in a contemplative half-mast. His wild hair fell all over his forehead as he sat casually, thinking nothing in particular but everything his mind could conjure at the moment.

He was indeed a man of discipline and determination. Also, a man of steel who never was accustomed to bending to anyone unless it's a member of his family. His devotion to his family was frighteningly known, however. His whole existence was to thrive on the blood of the enemies that threatened to demolish what he had built over the years. Even the slight inkling that carried the danger in their wake was enough to