That night Julius drank himself to sleep to forget his troubles. Why do people have to be so complicated?nwhy cannot they be content with their lives and just stay in in one place? Why do people have to be morons? Why can't everyone just die!? These were but a few of the thoughts Julius drowned in liqour but as he woke the next morning they came back. He could not see a solution for how was he supposed to complete the contract if he did not know where that person was? And so he saw no choice but to call upon a old contact, the master of trades, the dealer of secrets, his own uncle that he dispised for many reasons: Willis Willamson.