House of Shadows — John Pirillo

Every morning I get up, hoping and praying for the best. For me. My family. For the world.

I drive my taxi along the lonely streets of evening London, looking for just one more ride for the evening.

I have a family to feed.

A wife paralyzed from the waist down.

It's a hard life.

But one day I shall overcome our limitations.

I will buy a brand new shiny Tesla car, the new electric ones created by Nikola Tesla and Thomas Edison. And on that day I shall retire my good horse to a pleasant pasture to live out the rest of his days in the sunlight.

Except, that didn't happen, did it?

I met the Shadow.