I am the Widowmaker. I am the Widowmaker, a deadly assassin with a heart as cold as ice. But as I lay here, still recovering from the effects of a paralyzing gas, I felt a strange sensation creeping up my spine. It was as though I was trapped in a nightmare, my senses overwhelmed by the scent of blood and gunpowder. My mind struggled to differentiate between reality and illusion, between pain and pleasure. Mechanical hands caressed my skin with relentless precision, sending shivers down my...