A Killer with a Heart
Being approached by an old British man flanked by two kinkishly hot Asian twins in a seedy bar doesn't exactly bode well in any situation, but after drinking alone for a couple hours I wasn't in any state of mind to realize what was going on. It was the night after a particularly difficult mission, see, and I was fruitlessly attempting at drinking the horrors of what I had done away when they approached me. I had just tapped the bar again with my knuckles, wordlessly requesting another shot, when they slid into the stools around me.
