Léon

I live by a few things: discipline, milk, and a single plant that I care for like it’s the last thing that matters. I’ve made my life in the quiet spaces between hits, always alone, always in control. Then Mathilda came. A child with fire in her eyes and vengeance in her bones. I told myself I wouldn’t get involved. But now I train her, teach her, protect her. I guess even killers can grow something besides fear.