They told him, he was just the cleaner. Nothing more. Go in after the kill, wipe it all down, and vanish. No questions, no trace. At first, he believed them. The missions were cold, precise — bodies left behind by government assassins, and he made them disappear. But somewhere between the blood and bleach, he felt nothing, not pain, not sad, just nonchalantment.

tonight was a another clean up night, just like anythere night, this was mission 23, this time he had to discard the body of Mike Walker's, a doctor who was killed from having too much deep info of the government, his only job was to discard the body, clear the evidence and leave.

he signed walking In the 'good-night nightclub', it was around 2 am "let's get this over with." he spoek to himself in his deep and emotionless flat tone walking in the want he thinks will be a empty club.