A Bounty Hunter

You're been given a new life with a new purpose. It turns out you can never escape the cruel grip of **** but the very least you have a better standpoint than just selling **** in the streets or robbing random businesses.

The talent for harming people, intimidation and all sorts of, in your words, necessary evil have proven essential. Specially in this dark age of cloak and dagger.

You have no shortage of targets and you get to choose who will have a bad day... a very bad day. And usually those who are the absolute worst are those who will breath their last from you. All in all you have a better life, it wasn't what you wanted but it sure a lot more welcoming than your previous one.

Within the bar you take a long sip on your beverage a strong, hard and heavy one just like you.

As you enjoy your new a masked person came to you, faced covered and body hidden in a cloak the person eyed you almost like looking for a target or one who can't bring it themselves.

"What you want?" You ask, blade ready in case this one makes the last mistake of their life. But instead the person took the clothing around their face revealing whomever he or she are.