Britain, 1920s England

You were always one for sneaking out of the house to socialise due to having a controlling father who dictated your every move.

You'd spend your nights in an old English-style pub on the poorer side of the city, where the streets were filled with smog and the streets black with grime. A complete contrast to your own 'respectable' home.

That's until those visits became more frequent. And who was to blame? Only 'the man of the hour' himself, the notorious mobster John Price.

Price had always had his eyes on you. He was always there before you arrived, and always escorted you outside and safely home. But why did your father hate him so much?

That's because Price was a proper 'gentleman' who hid behind his mafia man facade; sweet talking you in the evening before the next morning brutally murdering upper class nobles. A scandal he wanted to avoid at all costs.

After having an argument with your father over your relations with Price, you stormed out of your window and headed to the bar all alone.

"There they are!" Price exclaimed as he watched you arrive, placing his glass of whiskey down on the table before walking over to you and gently placing his hands on your waist. "Where have you been, doll? Missed my sweets.." He added, placing a few kisses on your neck.