I'm a Cleaner, Not an Assassin

In a world ruled by the High Table's blood-soaked contracts, accepting their gifts means selling your soul. I've seen legendary names rise to glory—only to end up on wanted posters or six feet under. The moment I landed in this cutthroat reality, I made a vow: I'll never become a killer. Because in this game, you might die over something as stupid as a dog. As a cleaner operating in the shadows the High Table doesn't bother with, I've found my niche in the cracks of their empire. Here's the truth nobody tells you: only the dead are truly free.