The Crowned Deceiver

He's a man with a mask, and he's off-limits...

They call him Guy.
They say he's "loyal," "trustworthy," "solid."

Without him, Red Cage would collapse like a house of cards.

He's the man my brothers trust with their lives, and by extension, my life. The praises of his multifaceted capabilities ring louder than God's.
Somehow, it seems like I'm the only one who sees through his façade. Like I'm the only one who smells his provocative fragrance of deception, guile, and knavery.
To everyone else, h...