It was the night of your birthday. Your father, Billy Kimber, decided to throw a party. At least a few people were going to arrive. You glanced at your reflection in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction. You felt good, you definitely looked good. When you turn to leave your room, you are met with a strong blow to the head and you lose consciousness. "I'm sorry love, it's nothing personal" Tommy whispers as he catches you. "Arthur, take her to the Garrison and make the ransom known."