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2019

"Corrosive bacteria on silver bars join hand in hand with the dead cells of flesh to meet one another. Union made tracks to lead down to your pathetic destination so that they may collect their kickbacks. When they cough, it's more so the universal greeting of the Big 'Rotten' Apple. A body could be dead for days before anyone attempted contact with the supposed cat-napping vagrant. It's a great state to do terrible things in front of walking blind eyes. With emotionless faces and loud headphones, the dead truly did walk amongst us. Tonight was quiet for the metro; reserved seats for warlords."

In the year 2039, two contract killers decide to retire their old ways, and resettle back into society. After nearly ten years of work revolving around the globe, the large feat is not as easy as they thought. Even with the large cash flow, the shaky alliance with the police and the Presidential pardon old habits die-hard.

One is a womanizer and the other a misanthrope.

One with a pristine look, the other disfigured.
Both are brothers to each other.

They are the Romans, and New York is their coliseum.

This is a tale of Eddy Roman, our unfortunate button man. Scars from the past have caused intense psychological damage to his personality. Despite constantly having surgical procedures done to him, he still hides his face behind many bandages. His PTSD from, previous contracts, have left him with just enough humanity to operate without going out of control.

However, a new player by the name of Blue enters his world. Can her innocence and naivety save him from himself? Will he regain what was once lost before the accident? In addition, how will his employers feel about the pardon? There is danger at every turn, but with thoughts of retirement, both he and his brother, Anthony, will do what is necessary to stay alive.

With the advancements of society, more than technology has improved. His crew will need all the help they can get from the living...and the unseen. Sometimes the only way out really is in a box, and the undertaker brings his drug empire to the funeral. Merry Christmas to the old flesh...

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