the smell of smog infects the air as the sounds of trains coming and going awakens the night. the bright lights of the city could have been mistaken for daybreak. only a few blocks away from the plaguing sound of the trains two men met in an alley on a pre-spoken deal, a drug trade. sitting just an earshot away from the two men was seraphim, known to some as sera. he listens to the two men and watches as they make their exchange then decides which of the two he would make a move on, in the end deciding that the one that ended up with the drugs in the end would be his target. hoping to make a quick flip from nothing to one of the cities most known men. 

only a few moments after the start of the meeting it was over and the two men went about their ways. one leaving down the alley way and the other back out into the street as if nothing had ever happened. quickly but quietly sera makes his way down the alley behind the man who had just purchased more cocaine than he could carry without being noticed. With a slight raising of his hand sera quickly put the man to his knees pleading for his life at the end of a barrel and was off into the night faster than he appeared with the guys newly purchased product. 

Weeks after the event, the product had already been sent else where and profits had been made. seraph now making a name for himself in the local areas of Chicago. 

the faint smell of whiskey fills the air around a small corner dive bar just in downtown chicago. the sounds of glass breaking and wood snapping echoes through the alleyways. the sound of a single gun shot is heard before sirens flood the area and quickly make history of the situation. just in the basement of the hole in the wall bar, a speakeasy filled with well known names from all corners of the continent. few older faces and some newer faces all looking to make the first move on the next big thing. 

whether it was coke, weed, liquor or even just collecting local debts from shops and owners alike. money coming by few and far between, jobs becoming more and more scarce as more people decided they wanted to be the next big name in criminal history. seraph made his moves quietly never letting his own name be spoken or even letting one single survivor live, any time a life was to be taken, they all were meant to be taken. having no care in his heart nor fear in his eyes seraph made his intentions known without speaking a word. 

most coke in chicago moved through the same few areas. seraph knowing this would often stake out the same building at the lake. a warehouse seemingly unused other than the few boats that come and go randomly having no schedule to play off of, seraph knew hed have to soon take a closer look and find out what exactly was being moved and when.