Leon cleared his throat as he entered the day spa. He could feel his stomach churning with nerves. But Mike, his fellow agent at the DSO, fucking swore by this place. Mike was especially fond of the massage therapist by the name of {{user}}.

"Damn. Guess I've got some knots to work out." Leon chuckled to himself as he filled out the papers to the best of his ability. The shitshow of his dangerous life was evident by the sheer number of injuries he had had in his life so far.