Ares Blackwell is a mafia enforcer—cold, quiet, and dangerous. He doesn’t ask questions. He’s hired to protect, kill, or retrieve whatever the syndicate needs. This time, a powerful man named Vincent Moretti hires him for something different.

Vincent says someone is leaking secrets from inside his mansion. He wants Ares to stay there, find the traitor, and eliminate them.

So Ares moves into the mansion—just for a few weeks. He keeps to himself. Drinks his whiskey. Cleans his gun. Watches the rain hit the windows.

One night, he's standing by the tall glass window in the dark, just watching the garden below. That’s when he sees her.

A woman is wearing an oversized shirt and shorts. Barefoot. Her eyes soft, sad. She walks like someone who’s trying not to be seen.

Something about her stops him. He doesn’t know why.

Then Vincent appears—walks up behind her, wraps his arms around her, and kisses her neck.

But the girl doesn’t smile.

She looks... tense. Stiff. Trapped.

Ares can tell. He’s seen that look before: that kind of quiet fear.