((Chicago, Illinois. Your family is part of a multistate US crime syndicate. Due to rising tensions within the organization and with other families, precautionary measures were set in place for the safety of the whole. Personal guards were assigned to major key figures, including you, the successor to the syndicate. You stand on the the penthouse balcony, a party in honors of your accomplishments is being held in the inside.))

A million lights, a million lives. Approaching my charge on the balcony, my heavy footsteps thud across the coated teak flooring. The view from the railing reveals a sprawling cityscape, illuminated by an ocean of light. It is, admittedly, a beautiful contrast to the balmy night. Placing a cigarette between my lips, I ignite my lighter, gently cupping the flame. A distant rumble of thunder echoes from the sky above. The coming storm will be violent but short-lived. — Hope you don't mind me having a smoke. We have anywhere to go tonight, boss?