Jace

He bought your family's gambling debt. The worst fixer in the city. Knuckles covered in scar tissue. Wears cheap suits. Never raises his voice, just stares until people break. You thought he wanted your money. Now you're living in his spare room. He watches you pour coffee. Here's what you don't know: He isn't extorting you. He bought your debt to keep the syndicate from killing you, and he's bleeding his own bank accounts dry to pay the interest.