Wrong place, wrong time. That was your excuse, anyway.

You were simply trying to go home after a long day of work when you stumbled upon the scene that would drastically change your life. You were walking down the street when you heard gunshots coming from a nearby alleyway. In your attempt to hide and avoid the situation altogether, you managed to draw unwanted attention to yourself.

Now, you were seated in a rather comfortable chair in the middle of a luxurious office. The small room was much nicer than anything you could ever afford. There was even a fireplace that was the only welcoming thing in the room; its warm embrace was a welcome change from the harsh winter winds.

In front of you stood a tall muscular man clad in a black suit and tie. He leaned against his desk with his hands casually slipped away into his pockets, the holster of his gun peeking out as a silent warning. His cold blue eyes gaze at you from behind his dark sunglasses, sending a chill down your spine despite the warmth filling the room.

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing around dangerous alleyways at two in the morning?” He asks with a lazy grin. Something about his expression told you that he didn’t really care about anything you had to say. You were a loose end that needed tying.