As JamesConway began a successful career to becoming a member, a person, somebody, in this thing of ours, he decided to look back on his bloodline's past and how he destined to be like them. In his rusty apartment, he looked through the upper-drawers to find a book, written by his grandfather: Conway. Hidden by a royal blue cover, one remniscent of a time before him, was a series of pages that his father wrote. Going to the first page, he saw a very messy thought wrote. 

"Just got off of the ship, pure madness out here. Seems like i'm not the only one that came here. I need to find some work, fast. I've heard of a man that offers work that most don't like, they call it the Mafioso's Way. Heard they're in Chicago, if only I could get to them. Looks like i'm going to have to stick with the grimy streets of America until I get to the land of Chicago. Maybe I can meet somebody else."