One note. One cut.
Sean built his empire from nothing — and kept the first hundred-dollar bill that started it. In his hands, that single note is a blade no sword has ever beaten.
Now a syndicate of eight is moving through Miami — collectors, watchers, and auctioneers who treat people as assets. They’ve recognized something about that original note. And they’re coming to collect.
Hand-drawn in the style of a 1990s Japanese theatrical feature: ink lines, cel shadows, and painted Miami nights.





















