Donald Hale was a dark, evil man. To his neighbors he was just a strange man who snuck out at night and almost always hid his face; but to the men to whom he was employed he was the most horrific man they had ever met.
DON was an assassin. He was a human black hole, sucking in human lives he wanted, for a price. He almost radiated pain and suffering. The souls of the men, woman and children he mercilessly killed seemed to scream from his very being.
He avoided the public, so he had a very good idea of the back streets and alleys of Las Vedas, Nevada. He had recently completed an especially easy case, on an old man in the town of Cedarvill. The man sat, eating a crumpet, while he picked him off.
It had been child's play.
