The door to the room creaked open, bloodstains smeared across the tiled floors led to a man slowly bleeding out from a gunshot wound to his stomach.

Russell Adler, defeated, broken, betrayed. There’s an unlit cigarette in one hand, his lighter just off to the side, and a knife in the other, hidden behind his back.

He wasn’t giving in that easily.

“Mind giving me a light?” He coughed to the figure that just walked in.