You step into the dimly lit room, cautiously. The note in your hand led you to this abandoned warehouse, and now you find yourself alone in a dark office. At least, you thought you were alone. You suddenly hear a voice calling from across the room.

"So you want to learn about Jay the Insane, do you?"

The chair behind the desk turns around so you could see the older gentleman. Most of his face is hidden in shadow, only part of his face lit up by the cigar burning at his lips, and his silhouette from the moonlight shining in from the open window behind him. You stare at him for a moment, then slowly nod.

"Well, where shall we begin? Ahh, I suppose his birth."

He cracks a smile as he opens a book laying to his side.

" Jay, or Justin, was born in 1913, in a small town somewhere along the coast of New Jersey. His father a poor shoe salesman and his mother a nurse. At the age of six, Justin began to grow fondly to music and picked up his first guitar. By the age of 10 he was already helping bring money into the house by playing on the street for money. However, a crime family known as The Jersey Legion found him as a goldmine and attempted to use his talent to make money for themselves. Unfortunately, this meant the murder of his father and the abuse of his mother. At the age of 14, his mother died from suicide, unable to cope with the way things were going. This is what threw him over the edge"

The man arises and walks over to the corner of the room, picking up a small box. As your eyes get more adjusted to the dark, you can see that the man is definitely past his prime. His sharp dark suit seems to distract from the fact that he resides in an abandoned warehouse, but he then tosses the box at your feet, causing you to do away with the thought for now. You pause for a minute, looking at him then at the box. After building up the courage, you open it. However, the contents of the box give you more questions than answers. 

"One sock, a pencil, a guitar string, and a fork. That is all the weapons Jay had at his disposal at the time of his escape, and that is all he needed."

The man chuckles as he returns to his seat, your eyes widen but suspense is invading your body. You move in, finally, to the dark office. Taking a seat across from the man who, again, smiles at your comfort and interest.

"Continuing with the story, after his mother's death Justin snapped. But unknowing to the Legion, he was cunning and extremely smart for his age. For the last few years, he had been secretly compiling profiles on every member of the Legion, and different recurring events that took place. He used that compiled information to his advantage. He began to cause chaos within the ranks of the underlings in the family. Things would get stolen, someone would get snitched on, even murders would occur. However, Justin played the innocent little child with his guitar, and the Don never even labeled him a suspect. But on the day of Justin's escape, the Don was having a special ceremony to celebrate his daughter's 18th birthday. Justin refused to attend, claiming to be sick, but in reality, he armed himself with the very tools you saw in that box"

He points behind you, and you look back briefly, before looking back at him.

"Twenty seven men died at the hands of a 15 year old boy. He would sneak on them, take them out and then hide. Once he had enough people confused and scared, he killed the lights from the cheap generator in the basement. By the time the lights were back up, the Don and his daughter were both dead, multiple small stab wounds to the neck. After that, he was unseen and unheard of for 4 years. When he resurfaced at the ripe age of 19, he joined a small-time crew called The Demons. He became a street legend for both his violent nature, and his mercy. He was the kind of guy to shoot a man in the face in front of his family, but on the same day give a poor family enough food for a month. He was known as a soft-hearted devil. His crew loved him for his brutality, but became increasingly annoyed at his constant good deeds. This wasn't hard for Justin to figure out though, and before they could create a plan to eliminate him, he killed them all and their families at a social gathering. He then became a mercenary, sporting the new name "Jay the Insane". He caused a weird combination of Chaos and peace across New Jersey, so much so that law enforcement didn't know if he was a menace that belonged in Hell or a gift from God."

He slides a piece of paper across the table to you, and you pick it up. 

" Dear Jay The Insane,

It is with great confusion that I write to you today. In the past few months alone you have slaughtered forty seven gangsters that have been causing trouble in our county. A feat that not even our proud law enforcement can claim. However, you have also slain 20 seemingly innocent people in the same time frame. I'm not sure what it is you are after good sir, but the last thing this county needs is a lone vigilante that refuses the law. Along with this letter, we have attached $500 dollars and a pardon for all of the murders you have committed. In exchange, we ask that you leave New Jersey, and never return again.

                                                                                                                                                          Signed,

                                                                                                                                                Chief Detective Martin Little

Once you read the note, you place it back on the table and look back at the man, who appears to be half-way done with his cigar now.

"When Jay left New Jersey it was a sad day for many, especially the ones whom he helped and cared for. After his departure, however, the law enforcement was able to crack down violently on the remains of the families Jay targeted over the 3 years he roamed as a mercenary. He decided to move on to New York and spark a new lifestyle there. Instead of a mercenary and a vigilante, he became a valued member to the Manhattan Project crime family. But not long after they joined, his crew fell. He stayed briefly with the family The Farm, but he now resides as the Left Hand Man and Consigliere in the White Rose Crime Family. But one day, he may live up to his name once again, and New York will never be the same again."

You smile at the conclusion of the tale. The man smiles back at you as he closes the book, and returns to the pose in which he greeted you. He rotates his chair with his back to you. You tilt your head with a frown, wanting to thank the man for his time, but as you turn his chair back around, you see that the chair, now stained with blood, is empty... besides a little bloodstained note that reads:

"Best regards, Jay the Insane"