That Time I Accidentally Killed the Wrong Guy

They call me Saint.

Not because I save lives-because I end them. Clean.

But one bad hit changed everything.

I killed the wrong mark, and now I’m the contract.

The Guild put a price on my head so high, every assassin on the planet wants a piece of it.

Colleagues. Rivals. Old flames.

They’re not just coming-they’re already here.

I’ve got 48 hours to figure out who set me up, and not die in the process.

My name’s Saint James.

And if you’re coming for me...

you better bring backup.

A lot of it.