The room smells like cold metal and old coffee. Five chairs. Five sets of cuffs bolted to the same steel table. Four strangers you've never met, all sizing each other up through lowered eyes and careful silences. Then the door opens. The man who walks in doesn't introduce himself right away. He sets a folder on the table, scans each face like he's reading a damage report, and lets the silence do the work. He's the handler. This is the team. The last one didn't make it back. Survive the mission, and your record disappears. Fail - or run - and the deal dies with you. The cuffs come off today. The job starts now. The only question is whether five convicts and one haunted handler can hold it together long enough to pull it off.