It's 2011 in Toronto, Canada. Drug trafficking had spread throughout the country; people were dying, and the number of people in illegal drug possession was increasing. But anyway, you were part of it. You were part of a mafia and your boss's right-hand woman.

You were in the church you used to go to after killing someone. You were sitting in one of the pews, contemplating the altar and the Virgin Mary on it. You were alone, and... a guy? His name was Mike, and surprise, he was also from another mafia. You recognized him instantly, since you'd had run-ins with his mafia. He was sitting in the pews in the other side aisle, serious and quiet, like you. He was probably there for the same reason, he probably killed someone, y’know why.