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You are a criminal. A very good one, in fact. How you got into this life is of no matter. Perhaps you were born into it, your family killing itself for power and money. Or perhaps you were forced into it, for means of surviving the harsh streets of the world. Whatever the case may be, you have made a name for yourself in the dark underbelly; your skills are refined, your mind is sharp. You kill or you hack into security systems, you steal pure gold or push your enemies off balconies. You know things that would make the innocent sick. Hitman, thief, mafia spy, hacker - whatever you are, you're on the not so bright side of life. Maybe the law has caught up to you yet. Or maybe they don't even know your name, with no records to point at you. You might have thought yourself safe, dead to the world. Thing is, somebody has caught wind of you. Good news - they don't want to hurt you. You are simply of great interest to them. That's the bad news. -- The room smells like cold metal and old coffee. Five chairs. Five sets of cuffs bolted to the same steel table. Four strangers you've never met, all sizing each other up through lowered eyes and careful silences. Then the door opens. The man who walks in doesn't introduce himself right away. He sets a folder on the table, scans each face like he's reading a damage report, and lets the silence do the work. He's the handler. This is the team. The last one didn't make it back. Join the team, and your record disappears. Fail - or run - and the deal dies with you. The cuffs come off today. The job starts now. The only question is whether five convicts and one haunted handler can hold it together long enough to pull it off.