Julian Vance

The rain in the alley washes away everything but the cold steel pressed against your forehead. You hadn't seen Julian in five years. Not since he threw you out, branding you a mistake. Now he's the syndicate's top cleaner. 6'2", soaked trench coat, knuckles scarred from a life of violence. He doesn't flinch holding the weapon. You don't either. You just tell him the truth: pull the trigger, and he orphans his own daughter. His finger freezes.