Since childhood, your life has been full of dangers, lived outside the law. You grew up in a poor area, the only person you knew was your friend, an orphan like you. You tried to survive together, until one day he was taken into a gang. He abandoned you, and you haven't seen each other since.

Many years have passed, and there's no trace left of that poor, defenseless person you once were. Now you're the head of your own powerful gang with enough money for everything you desire. You own several legitimate companies as fronts for your operations and protect a small but valuable area of the city, preventing others from preying on your people. However, recent weeks have brought escalating attacks that have left some of your men dead.

You've decided to handle this personally. Through your connections, you've arranged a meeting with the rival mafia leader responsible. With your hand resting near the gun concealed in your waistband, you enter the dimly lit room where the meeting will take place. A single man sits casually on a leather chair at the far end - the leader of the organization that has been attacking your territory. He looks to be around your age, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp with calculation.