Harper tells me, “Secrets only feed darkness.” But I see this situation differently. Secrets keep me from dying. Honesty is not always the best policy. And all that is known can cause unbearable pain. The contracts I execute are merely agreements. And death is only a commercial transaction. Secrets are the currency in my world. I pay my debts with them. I feed off them. They help me maintain my position in the present and also provide a secure future. I lived a life that was filled with secrets for a long time - I forgot what it was... to have feelings. But that was all until I saw Harper. Until I saw how beautiful she had become. How perfect, pure and innocent surrounded by everything disgusting. And the vicious promise I had rejected the night Father Harper turned me into a hitman twelve years ago suddenly seemed relevant again. Harper could be mine. No...Harper will be mine. And all I need for this is just to complete the assigned task. Death is simply a business transaction. And I just shook Father Harper's hand.