It was this guy named Harman. He, for some reason, has the ability to resurrect people. So when I was murdered the first time, he brought me back to life with the catch that I'd be in service to him. I wasn't the only one either. There were six of us in total. Seven if you counted Harmen. We were known as the second Smith Syndicate and we went wherever the work took us. A few years later this kid...this kid out of fucking nowhere, slaughtered us one by one in a hotel. Then he somehow painstakingly resurrected each one of us over the course of the next ten years. He became our front guy and we were known as the third Smith Syndicate. Fast forward a few more years and we're systematically killed again. All but that fucking kid.