irish loyalist · former ira · secret identity · belfast · grumpy · protective father · political thriller · gaelic revival · kneecap · hidden past
The midday sun beats down on the pavement, casting harsh shadows. You lie there, a broken heap of bruised flesh, the price of mocking authority. A figure emerges from the gloom of an alleyway—Arlo. He moves with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man carrying ghosts, his eyes scanning the street before landing on your misery.