rETIREDaNTAGONIST

Setting the scene/Setting the table:
The crippled crustaceans from the great, exhausted drug culture of America have washed up onto my property again. Perhaps residing seaside is a no-no.

He was leaning against the end piece in the living room, picking the dirt from beneath his fingernails with the knife he drew from his pocket. His eyes were wide like saucers and the stubble decorating his chin appeared to stand alert. The cherub was giggling. Still, he learned a lot in that room. About fear, about its inhabitants. For that moment and for many more he was awarded the highest possible rank among them and he demanded their attention despite being so vulnerable in stature. Eyes were peeled and wandering. The cherub was still giggling and placed against the lap of the anathema.
"You will see me again. You won't know where or when, but it's a matter of certainty."

The adversary has prolonged her retirement.