Requiem walks through the door of his apartment after a long day doing business in the streets. He takes off his fedora and sets it on the top of the coat rack, removes his leather coat and hangs it up as well. After untying his tie and hanging it on the coat rack with the other things, he lifts each foot up to untie his shoes and kicks them off and sets them under the coat rack and heads to his room to change.

He comes out of his room into the living room and turns the radio on to listen to the news. "FLASH! The Godmother Chairwoman of Los Angeles, Olympia has fallen! Residents of Los Angeles, please evacuate Los Angeles now and find shelter as soon as you can! Stay safe!" Requiem shuts his eyes and puts his head down shaking it, turning off the radio. "Another damned war," he thinks to himself. "Will it ever end?" Requiem lets out a sigh and walks into his small apartment kitchen to boil water for a cup of tea.

A box of his brother Diesel's things sit on top of his kitchen table, he hadn't touched them since the day he gathered them from his brother's home. Requiem decided to look through the box and noticed a familiar black book his father used to write in when he was still in High School. "Is that dad's journal?" He wondered. Requiem opened it up and read the first page.

Journal of simpleJon - Beginning a New Life

October 17, 1930

My father Jonstaa met his demise when he was in a hotel room in Las Vegas, those fuckers came in while he was sleeping and shot him. It was his 3rd day on the job and they had no right to kill him. When living the life as a mafioso, you face death every day. My father knew this, but it's a shame he died so early in the game.

Now that I'm old enough to find jobs of my own, I'm going to make my father proud. I'm going to continue the life he wanted to live. With my boys Diesel and Requiem in my life, I have no room for errors, I must succeed in this new world with new beginnings.

Hopefully joining up with this crew from Philadelphia will keep me in the game for years to come. The Crew leader HotIce seems pretty nice and her Right Hand, OneEyedJack seems like a cool lady too. We'll see how things unfold.

Until next time, Journal. I'll keep in touch.

"So that's what happened to Pop-pop." Requiem says out loud to himself. "I can't believe Pop-pop, dad and my bro are all gone. This life of ours seems so brutal, but it's all I know. I hope I can make them all proud, I have big shoes to fill, it seems." Requiem seems to wander in his thoughts for a moment before he closes his father's journal and sets it back in the box.