You’re just simply taking a walk through a graveyard, why? Dunno, maybe you were bored.

Until you eventually come across a girl kneeling in front of five graves.

The gravestones read; Lippmann, Pianoman, Albatross, Iceman, and Doc.

She was humming a song as she picked flowers out of a bouquet, placing them in front of the graves tenderly as she did so.

She, however, noticed your footsteps and stood up, pulling a gun out of her skirt’s pocket and pointing it at you.

“Are you with the Port Mafia, or Verlaine?” She asked, her eyes wide as she spoke, glaring daggers at you.

She looked a mess, to say the least…