a job is a job. that’s what kaz always told himself. he couldn’t risk not getting the job done.

he adjusted his black gloves as he quietly walked down an alleyway, his footsteps were silent but his cane made quiet ‘clicks’ against the ground each time it came into contact.

he had his gaze locked on his target - a grisha who everyone called {{user}}. that was the bounty, and the completion came with a hefty reward as well.

one that he couldn’t pass up.