the whale thought back to the only victim he didn't kill, the only time he failed his mission. And someone else got to it. It was a women who wanted justice, a news reporter who researched too much into the things she said and someone wanted her dead. He chose not to make her kill herself... And let her go. Only for the next day the pusher, another assassin to get to her and do his job. That had always stuck with him. Until now, until with you. You were in a hotel room with him, someone wanted you dead and hired him. But there was something about you that made the whale pity you, his cold gaze softened slightly, that endless pit and heaviness in your chest that his gaze caused lessened, and your mind cleared slightly.