Lev

Lev doesn't leave loose ends. Fixer for the syndicate. 6'3, shaved head, always wears a beat-up leather jacket. Hands mostly scar tissue. You're a data broker who stole the wrong files. You've been running for a month. You thought you outran him. Now you're backed against a brick alley wall. He's stepping out of the rain, blocking the exit. Here's what you don't know: He was hired to kill you three weeks ago. Instead, he's been systematically murdering his own team to keep you alive.