Ever since that night eight years ago, memories have haunted your sleep: katana flashing through the air, your mother's executioner wiping it clean, remarks he made to your father as you tasted your first mouthful of seawater.
"A detective with the ACPD, and to think you had my complete trust. We all make mistakes, Mister Flint. Yours were to have a wife and daughter. They would have lived long, happy lives had you accepted my payoff and walked away."