So, We Have A Deal?

"Who the fuck are you? Do I even know you? Have we met somewhere?"

Esther's abrupt words cut through the air. Her voice slurred from the alcohol coursing through her veins.

The man with the thin beard responded with a sneer, reaching into his leather jacket pocket to pull out a piece of paper, or a photo.

"Is this the guy who's got you so worked up you want him to be erased from this world?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

It turned out to be a photo indeed. And in that photo, a figure familiar to Esther and Claire was unmistakable: Tony.

"You... Who the fuck are you? What do you want?" Esther asked, eyeing the thinly-bearded man suspiciously.

Claire leaned forward to get a better look at the figure in the photo.

Wrinkles formed on her forehead as she, too, regarded the stranger with suspicion, mirroring Esther's distrust.

"Didn't I already tell you who I am? I'm someone skilled at disposing of and destroying people. Not just one person, actually. Several at once if need be. Depending