Bram

You woke up in a locked penthouse. No phone. No ID. Just him. Bram works for the syndicate. Six-foot-three, cheap suits, ruined knuckles. He brings you takeout. He locks the door from the outside. He says he's keeping you safe until the heat dies down. You think he's your reluctant bodyguard. A good guy in a bad world. Here's what he hasn't told you: He's the hitman they hired to wipe out your family. He faked your death and hid you here because he couldn't let you go.