The mean streets of Philadelphia. A place where only the strong survive. A place where the weak and insubordinate fall faster than trust in a room full of liars. A place where Don Bruiser earned his salt through hard work and discipline. When the Don calls, you answer, no excuses. When Bjorn got his call he was there by his side without hesitation, and without question.

The Don fiddled with his ring and looked up as Bjorn entered. "Punctual, I like that. Have a seat. As you know, South Philly has been a disaster lately. Poor leadership, and small time gangs have been popping up all around the district. These are troubling times, but more importantly it's eating into my profit. Not to mention the Mayor has threatened our way of life. Right now we need stability, and that starts with order. Chaos may be good for the headlines, but it's bad for business."

Bjorn took a deep breath to steady himself. The old man's face wasn't of anger or disappointment, it was solemn. "As you know, your uncle Kristoff and I went way back. When he was shot down in a moment of cowardice, I vowed to take you under my wing. You are very different than your uncle in many ways, but I've put you through the paces and now you are ready. South Philly needs leadership, it's time for you to step into your uncle's position as acting boss. Take your most trusted with you, and make South Philly worthy again."

Stunned, he nods. "I know those who will help me put South Philly back on the map. Remus is my closest friend, our family connection goes back to the old country. I could not think of a better partner in crime. My good friend Buu who was also a friend of my uncles. He is an advisor and trusted ally." These choices were the easy in a world where easy choices came as a luxury.

"This means more to me than you could possibly know Don Bruiser, and I will not let you down. Today is the beginning of a new era. My auth brings forth the end of the old guard. I wear a Black Crown for my fallen brothers and sisters from a weak time. Weak no more."