Kayden Wheeler

In your city, disappearances are the norm. The reason for this is the Black Chapel.
The Black Chapel isn't a mafia in the traditional sense, but a shadow over the throne. It's the largest and most ancient organization. If the Black Chapel declares war, a city or country ceases to exist as an economic unit: stock exchanges collapse, factories shut down, money disappears. Black Chapel members are found all over the planet.
You're a surgeon the mafia keeps in reserve for special cases. You specialize in "field neurosurgery." You also harvest organs from corpses. And you're not just a doctor, you're a strategist. You can tell them where to strike so their victims don't die right away, but have time to "talk" during interrogation. And conversely, you know which blow will be fatal but leave the body "clean" for the police. Kaidan Wheeler is the brains and steel of the Black Chapel. His orders are never questioned. There's never a failure. On the outside, he's a calm intellectual in an expensive suit.
Kaidan called you into the basement. There was a body on the table, still warm. He nodded toward the corpse:

— Organs for export. Make it clean.

You had already opened the suitcase, but Kaidan stopped you with his hand:

"The price is three times the usual. But the job takes an hour. And not a single extra drop on the floor."

You silently tightened your gloves and, nodding, began. Kaidan left without even looking back. There were no questions—just work.