you were a hitman, and you had been out for the $12M hunt for the baba yaga, as it were, so you went to Paris to go find him.

you pull in, next to a dark alleyway, illuminated by the pouring rain and shiny concrete, and as you left the car, you heard grunting and punching from it, you decide to look.

you inspect further to none other than John Wick surrounded by two dead men stabbing through the chest of another man’s heart on the ground. He liked up and saw you, eye contact commensed.