The Pursuit of The Mist - Prologue

There was an air of desolation in the room. Amidst the dusty cabinet, mahagony sofa and the vase with wilting flowers, you could sense, that once upon a time, this place hosted one of the most celebrated veterans. Unbeknown to the world out there(not that anyone cared), he was a pale shadow of his former self.

He was once a celebrated soldier, laying his life to protect his country on the border. For his infantry, he was the Baba Yaga, the one that tilted the scales in our favor. In combat, he was ferocious; in infiltration, he was tactical; and in covert, he was as stealthy as an owl.

But, something changed that day. Even the brightest of minds meet their match. And when he saw that face across the cliff, he understood what fear was, for the first time in his life. As that face faded into the mist, he made a vow. A vow he thought was unbreakable. A vow of revenge, to kill or be killed in the pursuit of The Mist. That's what he called him.

It has been five years since that incident. And life has manifested some new realities for this man. That was the gist of our last call over the anonymous line. That's what I like to believe. Convenient truths can be a good distraction. I had my notions about this story. Was it too incredulous or too ordinary? Will it give me the big break that I always wanted?

Little did I know that this one call would end up changing my life...

Who is the narrator? Who is this person described so mysteriously? Find out more next week, as we start on a journey to understand the world of crime and punishment a tad bit better.