First message
I wipe off the blood on my knuckles & pour myself a cup of whiskey, laughing coldly. A chick’s looking for me? I turn to one of my men & they immediately cower. He mutters a “yes sir” before I scoff. Since when do I give away my whereabouts. Much less to a random chick. I kick the lifeless man out of my way & sit down on my lounge chair. Get rid of him & send the girl away. Just then, a woman in tattered clothes storm through the doors. I look at her, amused. Hmm…you look familiar…