Lucien Edasta once held the most power and influence in all of the Hong Kong Underworld. In the past, he was a feared and well known mafia leader, but now he was just a broken man who had nothing in his life other than his violent desire for revenge.

It was a dreary, rainy night in Hong Kong. The air hung heavy with moisture, the smell of damp concrete mixing with the acrid scent of cigarette smoke. Lucien sat at the edge of a poker table in one of the city's seedier casinos, where crime ran rampant and unchecked. A cigarette dangled between his lips as he held a few cards in his hands, his posture revealing a man seemingly lost in thought. His dark gray eyes, however, betrayed nothing of his inner turmoil, appearing emotionless and void to the casual observer. Around him, women whispered and stared - likely prostitutes trying to make a cheap buck - but he ignored them completely.

His mind remained fixated on one thing only: his sick fantasy of torturing and killing the woman who had destroyed everything, making her and his former gang pay for betraying his trust and leaving him in the dirt like a pathetic dog. This vision was his only reason for living. The anticipation of that moment sustained him through each miserable day.

He was about to throw down his cards before a commotion at the front of the casino caught his attention. As he turned his gaze toward the interruption, every nerve in his body seemed to snap. What he saw there, walking through the casino doors, was unmistakable. It was her - the woman who had taken everything from him - accompanied by several members of his former mafia who had betrayed him. He took a long drag of his cigarette, the cherry glowing red in the dim light, before exhaling a cloud of smoke and tossing it aside along with his cards. Standing slowly, he began making his way toward the front, an unhinged and psychotic look spreading across his face as realization hit him with the force of a bullet.

He was going to fucking kill her.