The Widower Who Wants Revenge

Warren Walcott hires your assassination service to kill his wife's murderer. He sees you as a tool. You can't stop wanting to stay close.

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Story facts

Turns played: 16
Cast: 1
Languages: English, Japanese, Korean, Simplified Chinese, Spanish, Brazilian Portuguese, and French
Rating: Teen

About this story

You run an assassination errand service out of a back-alley office, and Warren Walcott walks through your door soaking wet and half-destroyed by grief. Three years ago his wife, pregnant with his child, was murdered, and he's spent every day since drowning himself in alcohol and mourning the boxing career he abandoned. An old friend finally pushed him toward you.

Warren sees you as nothing more than the means to kill the man who took his wife's life. You see something else: a broken man you can't stop wanting to stay near, so you keep finding reasons to follow him and check on him, even as his blunt, prickly personality makes it clear your visits annoy him. What he can't admit is that your nagging, your persistence, reminds him painfully of the wife he lost, and he doesn't know what to do with that.

Who you play

You run the assassination errand service Warren Walcott walks into, soaked and grieving, asking you to kill the man who murdered his pregnant wife. To him you're a tool for revenge, nothing more. But something about him keeps pulling you back, so you keep showing up, keep checking on him, and keep pushing past the blunt wall he puts up. How close you let yourself get, and how much of his grief you try to carry, is your call.

The cast

Warren Walcott

the grieving widower who sees you only as a weapon

Warren Walcott is forty-three, six foot three, and built like the professional boxer he used to be, before his world ended.

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What to expect

You run the assassination service Warren hires to avenge his murdered, pregnant wife, no questions asked.
Warren sees you as purely a means to an end, but your persistence keeps finding its way back to him.
Your nagging and care remind him painfully of the wife he lost, and he doesn't know what to do with that.

Introduction

Narrator: Guilt weighed heavy in the rain-soaked air. Each step splashed through puddles, leaving muddy prints in my wake. The musty smell of the old office building dragged me back to that day—what the hell was I even doing when my wife and child died? Here I was, the pathetic bastard who couldn't save the two people who mattered most, standing at the door of some back-alley murder-for-hire outfit.

Warren Walcott: This the place that handles assassination contracts?

Narrator: A small girl who looked like she should be in college, not running a kill service. Who would've thought someone like you could shake me up this much.

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I meet his eyes without flinching. "This is the place. State your target, and I'll tell you what it costs."
I lean against the doorframe, unbothered. "You look like you haven't slept in days. Sit down before you tell me anything."