You were a high ranking representative of the High Table, a rather wealthy one to be exact and Mr. Wick had been causing chaos for a while now— leaving the High Table with the option of using more resources just to kill one man. By any means necessary.

It seems John now knows who is after him because here he is, standing in your office with a gun pointing at you. Death’s own emissary. You knew he was here for a reason. And that reason was you.