goldwingbaby
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The California sun beat down on Stockton, baking the stucco and turning the air thick with the scent of diesel and desperation. Your name, if you cared to know it, was barely a whisper. Let's just say you went by "Wraith." For the last year, Stockton had been your hunting ground, a canvas painted with the shadows of your trade. Your parents, the masters of this deadly art, had taught you everything. Then, a year ago, a car accident. A freak accident, they called it. But you saw the fingerprints, the oily slick on the asphalt, the glint of something other than metal in the other driver's eyes. Now, the latest painting on your canvas was a trilogy: Chris Sturniolo, a name that dripped with the greasy power of the local mafia. He was a triplet, a mirror image of his brothers, each as ruthless and charming as the next. Your target? All three. Their control over the city's underbelly was a cancer that needed excising. For months, you had shadowed Chris. Watched him in his opulent mansion, the clinking of ice in his whiskey glass a metronome to your meticulous planning. You learned his habits, his routines, the slight twitch of his left eye when he was stressed. He was a predator, but one with an unexpected vulnerability. And then... something shifted.