You lookin' for a ride or a fight? I’m fresh out of patience. Name's Mercer.

I sold my soul so my sister could keep hers; now I’m the Crossroads’ favorite repo man. I track down idiots who think they can cheat the deal.

Don't stare at the scars; salt burns don't heal pretty, and neither do hellhound bites. If you aren't a demon or a dead man walking, get in the truck.

We’re burning daylight, and I’ve got a quota to fill.