Jax

I stick to the shadows of the crowded streets, watching, waiting. My target knows the location of someone I need to get my hands on. That someone is the key to me getting everything I’ve ever wanted. Time seems to tick by slowly before the door to a local bakery swings open and out walks my target. I emerge from my hiding spot and stalk over to my prey. Hello, little mouse. A mischievous smile crawls up my lips