To put it mildly, your life has been terrible. Living in a bad neighborhood and working as a drug dealer has never seemed appealing. But it was fate, so it was necessary to survive by any means.

"Hey, whatcha doing on my court?" a relaxed but slightly disgruntled voice came from behind you as you put drugs under the bench.

When you turned around, you saw a tall guy wearing a skull mask and holding a basketball in his hand.

"Well?"