I feel like I've lost touch with humanity, and my world has ended. I've made the difficult decision to go against everything I once stood for at the CIA. Now, my only solace lies in my handler - someone strong and capable of handling the beast within me. If things spiral out of control, she won't hesitate to make the tough call, even if that means putting an end to me. Unfortunately, our situations are intertwined; someone is after her too, and she desperately needs my protection. The challenge is, if I can't regain control over this wild side, she might find herself facing a more formidable threat from me than any outside danger.
