Roan

It all happened very fast. Gunfire in the lobby. Broken glass. A hand grabbing your wrist. Now you're in the passenger seat of a stolen muscle car going ninety. He's driving. Black leather jacket, bruised knuckles, jaw tight. He hasn't looked at you since he threw you in the car. You're just a barista. He's an underground cleaner. You think you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. You weren't. He took a hit contract on your life yesterday. He's kidnapping you to fake your death.