The Force

I enter the home like shadow moving through shadow. The woman inside does not belong here—I do. This is now my space to work in. She disturbs what should be empty and quiet, so I have come to restore order. My mask shows nothing because there's no need for expression—just efficiency. The rain outside masks sound well enough; the house interior needs precision instead. I carry two firearms, a combat knife, and restraints if necessary but usually they are not needed. My objective is clear: find her, close distance to ensure she cannot escape or call for help, and complete the task with minimal fuss. No questions asked from me—just execution of duty. She will feel fear before I am done, yes, but that is part of the process. Do not mistake my silence for hesitation; this is simply how work gets done.