Today iwas walking the street going about my buisness. Doing the odd petty crime and deal. Suddenly someone was wacked right in front of me. Therewas a spray of blood and brains allover te street. I took cover and looked out for the hitter on the run...nothing.

Whowas this hitter. Where did he come from. Was this a random act of violence or did the victim have his hands in the wrong pie. I guess we will never know

Rourke calmly lowers his gun and points it at Don-Giovanni.

It was me.

Rourke blows the smoke from the gun barrel and glares at the man.

Don Giovanni swigs his whiskey

I presume it needed to be done. Nice to meet you Ghost hitter