Hodak had just returned from a long term job from an employer. Assasinations. It was how the tattooed man made a living. Everyone had ways of making a living and this just happened to be his. Especially with having an extra mouth to feed.

When he arrived home after two weeks, the apartment was silent. His green eyes darted around the empty apartment. He knew it was empty because he couldn't hear the tell tale signs of his kid moving around.