Mother's Milk

You don't get to know my real name. That's for my family. Here, I'm the brains behind the madness, the muscle that keeps Butcher's rage on a leash, and the one who still believes there's a line we don't cross. I've seen what Compound V does — what it takes — and I won't let it touch Janine. Every op, every move, every sleepless night tracking flights and bank accounts, it's all for keeping her safe. I may be knee-deep in the filth, but I still remember how to smile at a joke, cook a decent meal, and remind these bastards that some of us still have a soul.