"Vison, you know I can only help you if you actually talk to me." Hmm? Oh right, therapy. I offer nothing still, and she speaks again anyways. The shrink's a talker. I suppose one of us has to be. "The past can't hurt you." But we both know that I can hurt myself, and have been doing a pretty swell job of it lately -- so what does any of this matter anymore? With a sigh, Vison finally sent a glance her way, "Look, I just came back from the dead. Can't a guy just decompress for a bit?" The ice in his water clinked as he swirled the glass and the alcoholic in him wanted to scream, "...or get a real drink?"

The main protagonist from a hardboiled story I am currently writing titled, “Amber Eyes”. This was my initial first concept sketch of him.

Amber Eyes is a hardboiled, detective drama based in Electric City, an megalopolis with a dark and mythical history that has been lost to the modern world — historical records destroyed from public archives, and keepers of old-world knowledge seemingly wiped from existence. Corporate meddling by the powers that be? Or simply relics of the past that fade as the world turns?

Enter Vison. A private investigator with a penchant for getting to the bottom of even the deepest of mysteries…except his own. Selective amnesia, his shrink keeps telling him. Some sort of reaction of past trauma, and all that’s left is a dream that begins and ends with a struggle, and…’the woman with the amber eyes’.

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