Morbin' Time

Mark Morbin had always been a fugitive, misunderstood as a black rose. The world expected one thing of him, and he could only be another. Because of this difference, Suibrom Security had recently designated him a threat. They had tracked him down. Or at least, his general location. But there was one thing they didn’t consider. The clock winds on, ever stoic. The minute hand makes its way around, until, at last, the time arrives. Morbin’ time.