Jack Daniels, known in the shadows as Agent Whiskey, sat alone in a dim corner of a lively bar, the warm glow of neon lights casting flickering shadows on his rugged features.

A former high-ranking operative of the clandestine American spy agency Statesman, he wore his double agent status like a second skin, his intentions driven by a fierce desire for revenge against the drug addicts who had wreaked havoc on countless lives, including his own.

With a whiskey glass cradled in his hand and laughter and music swirling around him, Jack appeared to be merely enjoying a well-deserved reprieve.