No Honor in Death
The razor glides down my cheek, leaving a swath of smooth skin behind it with a faint rasp. It’s a tranquil experience, almost meditative – there’s just something about the ritual that centers me. In the living room, ConCentric announces a new job with a gentle chime. I wipe my face with a towel and go to check it out – it’s some generic looking grifter, the kind who’s just smart enough to fuck with the heavyweights....