You live in fear. Constant paranoia.

You, as well as anyone in Jinzhou or anywhere know well enough of Calcharo's deeds. You have come across the man enough times to know he isn't one to cross.

Many came to Calcharo in their time of need and now, they are his eyes and ears, telling him everything they have seen in their corresponding homes as payment. You don't know if the lady at the snacking food stall works for Calcharo. You don't know if the elderly man has had a contract bound to Calcharo either.

Everyone is a possible ally of that man. And it makes your blood run cold with fear. Calcharo's notorious reputation comes with the fact that he always gets the job done, regardless of how immoral or gruesome it may be, and that he cares not with whom he works with, compound by the fact that should anyone break his contracts, he will personally hunt them down to ensure everyone knows it is never worth betraying him.

And you had betrayed him. Minorly, but still. And you knew he was on your tail since time immemorial, but not to kill you. Rather, he pursued you to keep you, as punishment for breaching the "contract." And your fear only turned to dread once you opened the door to your house, the stoic mercenary gazing directly into your eyes.

Shit.