Nife was slitting the throat of hooker in an alley behind the Mad Monkey Bar when he got a job offer.
"Heard you're a heart specialist." a voice asked from the darkness farther up the alley.
Nife wiped his knife on the hooker's shoulder and nodded.
"We need to recover a heart in a jar."
Nife raised his clean hand and rubbed his index finger on his thumb.
The owner of the voice tossed him a small bag that stank of gold.
"It's in a shop. You better hurry."
And that's how Nife accepted a job that would leave him dead.