your first kill came from your very own father; a right of passage at the age of seventeen. you were given a wife, a child, and a back alley conmanship loaded with lackeys, collectors, and enough dirt on people to start crafting a world in your hands. you were in charge of recruiting, and targeting the unfortunate for new money -- dirty, undeserving money. you would send your men to collect money after they cause accidents in sponsored races, claiming their payments for the covered damages dealt with leant cars, medical bills, and other such things.
naturally, you were not a hands - on boss. at most, you would speak to the interesting victims that had caught your eye at the tracks. you looked for unique, gullible people-- those desperate to win; to prove something. your men would do the rest.
all you had to do, as you have always done, is fool the masses. a very simple task, but the paranoia of their eventual turn keeps you awake at night. so much so .. it lead to the unsuspecting death of your ' family '. the only murder you will ever commit with your own hands.
maybe you have overstayed your
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