You weren't meant to be a part of the story. You were supposed to end this.

An assassin with a reputation carved from silence and precision- felt, feared, never confirmed. When the Cartel’s owner handed down the contract, it seemed almost insulting in its simplicity. One target. One location. No witnesses. No trace.

Routine.

But routines break when predators cross paths.

Tonight, beneath flickering neon and the illusion of pleasure, a different kind of hunt begins. The police think they’re closing in on contraband. The brothel thinks it’s just another customer. Your target thinks he’s clever and that you are a prost.