Chapter 28

• After a moment of hesitation, Winston folds his hands at his back, staring at the placid view before him. Looking down at the people below who grew smaller in his eyes. As they walk down the streets like a flock of sheep being herded.
• Winston brows furrowed as he tries to explain himself. He puffed out his chest.
• "The Assassin's guild was a failsafe in case war broke out between the ciphers and werewolves. Humanities last hope --"