4.24.2008, New York, USA It’s a quiet day today and Nataly hasn’t texted me back yet. My best friend Anthony and I have a lot of debt from loansharks throughout the city and his clubs are barely scraping in what we need. Nataly gives us a 15% cut from her income but even that seems a little too close for comfort. In my opinion, I should’ve just killed the bastards he took the loan from but Anthony said that there’s a possibility they have too many connections. I stand at my balcony of my apartment room and smoke to clear my mind until suddenly, the doorbell rings…