The streets are deceptively sleepy at night. Casual inspection shows the occasional street urchin and a few homeless scavenging for anything to help them survive the next 24 hours. However, the dark corners of this fair city pulsate to their own subdued heartbeat, and there is activity aplenty if you know where to look. There is no long term planning when you live on the streets, it’s all about lasting another night and getting out of sight before the day begins so you don’t offend the delicate sensibilities of the day walkers. Don’t get me wrong, the day walkers are not a direct threat to the night walkers, they just get distraught when coming face to face with the seedy underbelly of what their precious “city” looks like when the lights go out. And the threat they pose is by calling in the authorities, those who enforce some arbitrary rules placed on society… without really understanding society at it’s core.

I walk that thin grey line between the day and the night. I see the hustle and bustle of the daytime society. I am part of that “scene” and I interact with those who only see the city in it’s bright moments; when the sun shines, the towers gleam and the people walk about in their finery. Here, in this world, I am Konrad Killian, the guy you come to when you need something found or something done in a less than savory manner.

At night, and in the dark corners of the day, I am called Earl the Grey. A street name that conjures images of a ghostly character who navigates the questionable portions of the city. Blending, moving, disappearing as needed. The grey, not part of the day or the night, but the twilight glimmer of hope that joins both worlds.

Welcome to Alpha Omega my friends, let me be your guide to things both fantastical and unimaginable.