Joe leaned over the bridge, peering into the murky depths of the waters swirling below.
Dark clouds were looming on the horizon, moving in his direction and he had decisions to make.
Joe was a Trojan horse, offering himself as a charming gift to the world, while concealing the dark malevolence lurking within.
He had been a hustler for most of his life, stalking random victims, preying on their trust and innocence.
Justice was finally catching up with him as the web of illusion he had spun for years was finally unraveling.
He smiled, shrugged off his discomfort, turned from the bridge and embraced his destiny.