My name's Azure. I kill rich idiots for a living. All completely legal, of course, even if it does still make the old-fashioned crowd a bit uncomfortable. Once the ultra-wealthy realised they had a way to live forever-limited resources be damned-there was only ever going to be one real deterrent.

In the end, it's like a lot of people's jobs. I have to deal with a ton of boring planning. Inconvenient hours. Some awkward face-to-face interactions. And, like most of us, I'm only clocking on to crawl out from beneath my debts. It can be dirty work sometimes, sure, but someone's got to do it.

Luckily, my genetic enhancements make me really, really good at it.

This next job, though... strange, that it got thrown my way. I haven't had to protect a client in years.

Still, what could go wrong?