'Southern Hospitality

I'm a gentleman.

Let me just start out by saying that.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to impress you or anything. I'm just telling you the truth. I'm not above opening the door for a person in a hurry, I don't mind pulling out a chair for a lady, and I have to admit it's fun beating up a couple assholes that are harassing... well, it's fun beating up a couple assholes. Usually my good deeds don't go unpunished. Sure, I may get slapped across the face once or twice, and chivalry gets mistaken for chauvinism pretty easily, too. But usually it's a good thing. A "thank you" here and there, maybe a number or an offer of a dinner next Saturday I can never take up, and, heck, maybe the possibility of a one-night stand or two.

Hey. Don't judge me. You know you'd take the chance, too, if you could.

A couple other things about me: I'm blunt. I get straight to the point. No pussy-footing around. No cats paws. If you can't do it yourself, you shouldn't be asking others to do it for you. That's my opinion. A bit hypocritical, considering what I do for a living.

Oh, I skipped over that part, didn't I? Knew there was something I forgot. I'm an assassin, from an organization of men and women like me known by the deeper reaches of the underworld as... well, as the Organization. Hey, don't fix what isn't broken. The ones that do the missions, well, we move as silent as your shadow. Our hands as fast and final as the darkness. We're known as the Shadow Hands, and until you meet one of us in the flesh, I think that's all you need to know about us. I mean, wouldn't wanna give you nightmares, now would I?

Anyway, I better go, since the body's getting cold, and I really don't wanna be caught standing over this lady's corpse when the cops finally notice she's missing. But I'll leave you with four more sentences. My code-name's Stark. I'm the hand of vice, an assassin who's sold to the highest bidder to make good work of my knives, my wits, my reflexes, and my training. And I'll say it again: I'm a gentleman...

But then again, so was Jack the Ripper...