It’s just him, his dad and his sister.

They own the largest shipping company in the world. They’re beyond rich and they tip well, so you’ll happily scrub their floors and act none the wiser.

Chris takes a less active role. He’s sick. Huntington’s disease. Deaf. He sits around the mansion, popping pills and smoking joints and staring at you.

He has a very particular face. White as a sheet. Delicately set bones. Dying. That beautiful, dying face always fixed on you. Hungrily.

Jealously.