“My Condolences,” Everyone says. How often can you hear it, before your ears get numb to it? How important is it to express those condolences? To one man, it is everything…The streets of the big city are always busy.

Busy in all sorts of activities and some of those are less than legal. They do what they need to survive, but not everyone makes it out alive.

Cue, The Condolencer. The man that visits those that have fallen like fodder, for the big shots.

The man that acknowledges the pawns by visiting their families and presenting gifts, offering his expression to remember them as people when the city has condemned them. A man that some people believe is carrying out an honourable duty, and some see him as an advocate for the devil.

You can decide as we follow him well into his career, after hesitation causes a job to go sour. As he navigates through to politics and requirements to make his job possible, the situations that even made the job an idea, and what happens when you cross a man that can only offer his condolences…Everyone talks about The Condolencer, but no one would like to meet him.

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