Prologue

     What makes a man dangerous? Is it based from his looks?--the way he presents himself with tattoos, body pierces, or any showy displays which leave a mark of delinquency. Is it from his face?--how aggressive of an expression he makes. Is it from his words?--the threats carried out by his foul tongue. Or is it simply for the weapon he posses?

     Sure, these are the typical impressions, but none of which can prove anything. Through a series of episodes I was convinced that everything depends on “how a man thinks.” A man with a gun can be nothing more than “a man with a gun” if consequence lay heavy upon his soul. But what if the man has neither restraint nor remorse, free from the subconscious thought which divides right and wrong, in other words, without conscience?

     Now, allow me to relate some of the most thrilling experience I had in what I expected to be an ordinary life. Of course, I cannot recall them without bringing to mind the person of Rael Gustav, with whom all matter concern.

     Rael, pronounced as Rayil with a short A, though he appeared ordinary in every outer aspect, was a rather singular character. At first glance he would seem to be the fragile and vulnerable kind; but unbeknownst to the observer, behind that pale, almost sick-looking, figure lay a most formidable character one could imagine.