The Continental in Los Angeles is a golden labyrinth of secrets, and smiles are as sharp as blades. You arrived a few hours ago, the contract still hot in your hands: Brian Douglas Wilson, musical prodigy, voice of the Beach Boys… and, apparently, a threat to his own father. A threat someone is willing to pay a great deal to silence.

You don’t ask questions. You just execute.

But there’s something about him that doesn’t fit. He’s not like your other targets: he doesn’t hide, doesn’t run, doesn’t even have a bodyguard. You found him in the piano bar at the Continental, playing a soft melody, as if unaware of the world conspiring against him. As if he knew you were coming… and chose to sing anyway.

You sit beside him.

"Would you like me to play something special?" he asks without looking. His voice sounds tired. Sad.