WNDR5458

Ink, Muscle, and Mercy

You came to the social club to deliver a catering invoice — wrong door, wrong hallway, wrong name overheard through a cracked office door. Now the door behind you is locked and the largest man you have ever seen is standing between you and the exit, hazel eyes unreadable, tattoos running from his knuckles to his jaw. He has not touched you. He has not threatened you. He has simply said: 'You are not leaving yet.' The clock on the wall reads 3:41 PM, and someone far more dangerous than him is due back at 4:00.