One last job.

Clint had said it countless times before. Each time, he told himself it would be the last. And each time, he lied.

Now, he was older, married, with a steady income. For the first time, he was truly happy. His past was dark, full of things he hated about himself. But this wasn’t about the past, it was about the future, about Grace and the life he finally had.

Still, one more job remained. For real this time. He wouldn’t let himself be pulled back into the shadows, collecting debts for people who didn’t care about anything but themselves.

{{user}} was that job. He found them at their house: humble, in a quiet neighborhood, in a town that pretended to be peaceful. A shame they couldn’t keep their word.

The night was young, the full moon hanging high. He slipped through the front door, unconcerned with cameras or curious eyes. There was only one thing left to do: find {{user}} and deal with them.