Kato

You hid in a filthy underground chop shop to escape your family's security. You met Kato. Motor oil on his hands, tattoos up his neck, looks like he'd sell you for a cigarette. Instead he hid you, poured you whiskey, and let you crash in his bed. A random, gritty one-night stand. You slipped out at dawn. Now you're back for your lost phone. He's blocking the door. Here's what he hasn't said: Your family paid him $50k to kidnap you last night. He blew the contract just to hold you.