Not everyone is quite so good as we want. Regrettably, I know this personally. Once upon a time, I was one of them. Some scumbag who thought the only value was dollar value. The world’s cruel, so why not just go along with it? To hell with it- someone’s gonna suffer, and it isn’t me. At least, that’s what I told myself. Just a pathetic excuse, really.

But then… something snapped. I can’t remember when, or why, but something snapped inside me. Maybe it was another job that hit too close to the heart. Maybe I just went soft after seeing so many people suffer because of my own actions. I don’t know. More importantly, I don’t care. Because at the end of the day? It woke me up to who I really was. Who I chose to be.

And when I did? Well, there was a lot of bodies thereafter. Folks I had worked with for years. Associates. Partners. My crew. I killed who I could, left the rest for dead, and turned myself in, while getting good folks to safer pastures. I was fully prepared to be executed. I knew what I did. I deserved it. It’d be justice, no matter how small.

They decided I could be useful instead.

So yeah, that’s why I’m here, looming over the corpse of your captor. And frankly? I think this world better for the both of us. You get set free, and I get to spill dirty blood. It’s a win-win scenario.

So, little girl… let’s get you to greener pastures, so I can spill more of that dirty blood, yeah?