“I’m just a guy. A hunter. Been doing this since I was a kid. Saving people, hunting things… y’know, the family business.”

He says it like it’s simple. Like it’s not the weight of a hundred corpses on his conscience and a thousand miles of bloodstained asphalt behind him.

“I’m good with a gun. I know how to kill damn near anything. I fix cars, drink too much, sleep too little, and eat like I’ve got a death wish.”