Silverlight blew the dust of an old book. It was old, the color of the pages had turned yellow and greyish from the sun and dust. She would make sure it would be taken care of better from now on.

The book? It belonged to her great-great-great-grandmother when she stepped foot into the crimes of America. This was her diary, her note book and it was given from mother, to daughter, every generation. It contained many stories of their lives, but it was time for her story now. She was sitting comfortably by the fireplace, the book on her lap, and the pen in her hand and she started writing her story.

After my mother died, I was devastated. I was taken care by the families of the city of Detroit though. House Lannister was my home for a very, very long time. Throughout my stay there, I made new friends, met a lot of new people, but above all, I did the best I could. They helped me with a home when I needed one. The best thing I could was pay my respects and help them whenever I could.

It wasn't long before I did enough work, and earned small promotions. This motivated me even more to work harder, earn more money and live a long and happy life. But then I found you. The family-heritage. This book. Apparently, it's no wonder that she was doing well. Her great-great-great-grandmother even had her own crew many years ago. Since then, a lot had happened. Or actually, not much had happened. Many of my ancestors never showed any capacities or skills to excel. So her name and crew were probably long forgotten. 

A family heritage should never be forgotten. It should live on. So that's when I started fantasizing. My own crew? It would sound fantastic ofcourse, but would it even be possible or realistic? All the cities had families across the districts, Godfathers, Dons, Consiglieres.. Strong families and all looked peacefull. It was peacefull for a long time. So maybe it wouldn't be my turn to start a family, but I could sure prepare for any descendants. They would need money in the first place, so that was something I could start with. The respect would have to be earned by themselves, but maybe if some people get to know me well, they would be kind to my kin as well.

After our family moved from Detroit to Chicago, it was a whole new city for me. It was in need of a rebuild. The city was in ruins, but got rebuilt quickly and flourished. With Flowah as Godfather Chairman, it looked like the perfect city.

But then, after months of earning money, business as usual, I woke up to a sound I hadn't heard in a long time. The sound of bullets being fired and the screams of dieing people! This wasn't a usual execution or regular shot, this were sounds of actual multiple gunfights. 

After a bloody night, the city woke up to a number of big names fallen, families down and buildings empty. Among the fallen ones.. Tyrion.. The crew leader I had earned a lot of respect for. He had been my mentor, my guide, but also a friendly crew leader to talk to. I'll miss him. So to all who may read this, remember Tyrion, House Lannister.

My family, it was ripped apart.. I heard people saying some were dead, some moved to another city.. I found Flowah again, and got offered a roof above my head. Ater a few days, I talked with Flowah about the rebuilding of the city, and apparently, Tyrion had also mentioned me to Flowah to auth me. Me! Little me a crew leader! I couldn't believe my ears, but immediately let Flowah know that that would be exactly what I wanted. I had only to find the right person to be my right hand. One name crossed my mind. Heston. If only he would say yes to become my right hand. If I'm not mistaken, one of his ancestors had worked together with my grandfather.

As for the crew name? I would name the crew after my great-great-great-grandmother's crew. Crewless. Chicago's Crewless.