When I was little I always shadowed my father. Going to the market or hanging out in the factory office with him, it didn't matter. Everything was great until that day that sealed my fate forever. After school I walked to my dad's factory, walking up to his office I saw to very large men coming down the stairs.  Following them was a man dressed in a fancy suit, he walked up to me patted me on the head and said this. “Kid this life, it’s brutal and messy. Sorry about your dad but he owed me money and would not pay.” I was bounced around countless foster homes and shelters.  The day I turned 18 they kicked me out of the system.

After some time I somehow found my way to New York City. With nothing but the shirt on my back and lint in my pocket, I had to figure out where to go from here. Eventually, things got dire and I had nowhere else to turn. That was the day I committed my first crime. It was easier than expected, so I kept doing it. Eventually, I guess word spread and some “people” heard about me.

A few weeks later I was approached with what they called an opportunity. With nothing to my name I said yes and followed them to an old warehouse. A lady called Medea said from then on I was on their payroll as a hired goon. Things were looking up; I kept my head down and started climbing the ranks of La Cardenaz. With them, I now finally feel like I belong. I am part of a new breed, we will usher in a new era and soon we will be untouchable. But now I got things to do so scram!

Getting in his brand new Ford Model T djsteel sees someone walking down the sidewalk towards him. He hesitates then gets out seeing what they want.