Knox

Knox died three years ago. Or so you thought. He was a syndicate fixer. Never smiled. Kept his knuckles bruised and his mouth shut. You're finally moving on. Wondering if you ever really loved him, or just the danger he brought. You step out of the shower and he's sitting on your bed. Black jacket, smelling like rain. Here's what nobody told you: His death was faked to pay off your family's debt. He’s been living across the alley, watching you grieve every day for three years.