I jumped back with a yelp of surprise before I crawled back to the box, pulling it inside and closed the door. I stuck my hand into the box and pulled out a letter, my hands shaking as I gazed at what lay beside it.

It was a severed hand with a distinct date tattooed on it. 2013/11/28 I'd seen this tattoo many times before; it was the day my sister-in-law was born.This hand belonged to my boyfriend.

I held the note in my hand, shaking. He had gone missing three days ago. Three days ago I was looking forward to a birthday spent with someone. I took a moment to calm down before looking down at the letter and beginning to read it.

Dear Grayson

First off, happy birthday! I've got good news: Your boyfriend, Danni, is alive.

He is going to live for the time being. I just needed to borrow him for you to gather some motivation to do something for me.

I crumpled up the letter and threw it across the room. "No, no, no," I muttered, wrapping my arms around myself. I couldn't start this again. No, I quit that job; I couldn't handle it any longer. I took a moment to collect myself, picked the letter back up again, uncrumpling it with care, and continued to read on.

There's someone I need taken out of the picture; he's disrupting my business. His name is Floyd Young; kill him.

You kill him, take a picture, and meet me at Violet Park in a week to show me the picture. I'll return your boyfriend to your house before you have time to get home.

You lie, and I kill Dannie. Simple enough

There was no name at the bottom; I didn't know who Floyd was; all I knew was that I had to kill him. I wasn't going to have another person die because I was too scared to return to my old job. I learned then that an assassin can never retire.