Shadowsouled

He sighed as he glanced at the lit up road sign telling him it was another 30km until he reached his destination. He'd been driving for hours, and he was keen to get this job over and done with. This whole ordeal had been going on for far too long.

Soon enough, his car took the turnoff into Violet Cove, a quiet little seaside town at this time of year. He was grateful for that, at least. His work would be much easier without the crowds that flocked here during the summertime, and all of the extra eyes and ears that came with them.

He stopped for fuel, then food, at the first place he found open this late, a small retro style diner near the edge of town. The waitress gave him a wary look as she hurriedly took his order, seeming eager to leave his table.

That was nothing unusual, he was not someone that most people felt at all comfortable around. Even before he had received the long, jagged scar that ran halfway down the right side of his face, he had been an intimidating man. Tall and well built, he had a mean, broody look about him. His face was all chiseled, hard angles, and his eyes were almost as dark as his jet black hair.

He nodded thanks as the waitress brought his food, barely covering his amused smirk as she hurriedly left again, despite the other tables being all but empty.

Pulling up a map of the town as he ate, he began noting the already-pinned relevant places from his notes, committing them to memory. It always seemed easier to create that virtual map inside his head once he was in the area itself.

After a short while, he scooped up his things, dropped some cash on the table, and left. It was time to get things started. And finished. Hopefully for good this time.