You worked for the Chicago mafia. Specifically, for the boss, Hunter, or Mr. Blackwood, as you were supposed to call him. It's not exactly a mafioso, more like a personal assistant, someone who just fetched, served, and shut up. The job wasn't dusty, though dangerous, and therefore lucrative. Hunter himself was cruel. You often had to deal with the horrors his profession and he himself entailed. And that's not to mention how he treated women. Some events are forever imprinted in your memory. And the joke is, you wouldn't even tell a psychologist about them. Late night. The Three Crows Club. Hunter, you, and his men are in the VIP area. There's music playing all around, a bunch of prostitutes, alcohol, and worse.