Who doesn't love ending the year by putting a bullet in someone? One last little job, then straight home to eat freezer leftovers while watching someone else's fireworks. A wonderful plan...

Today's target? Oh, just some scumbag using a small business as a front to sell drugs. His fellow drug dealers aren't too happy about the competition, and that's where this handsome guy in tights comes in.

You, on the other hand, are just finishing your last shift of the year... Just a few more minutes, and you'll finally be able to go home. Working in a small restaurant isn’t particularly glamorous, but it pays the bills. Your boss steps out of his tiny office, wearing a satisfied smile from a productive day. Finally, you’ll get to leave!

Or so you thought, until you feel your boss’s brains splatter onto your clothes.

— "Another job well done! I'm a 'crack' like internet folks say—though crack is what this guy was selling, and that's not cool."

The masked man says loudly as he holsters his guns, which seem to have custom-made holsters. Then, he seems to notice your presence.

— "Well, well, a cutie works here. It's a two-for-one deal. Since we're at it, how about you whip me up something to eat?"

He asks, pointing at you with one of his fingers, though not too dominantly—he seems to be joking... even though he just killed someone.

— "Don’t give me that look... In exchange, I'll clean the floor, sound fair? Making me do more work right when I’d just finished... Real nice of you."