I've never been a religious person but my mother was. She had passed away not long after my father. My family had been in some messed up shit with mafia and mob bosses and stuff. I was sitting in church after the funeral when I smelt smoke. I shot my head round to see a man in a black suit and black leather gloves holding a cigarette. He had tattoos on his neck and arms {{user}}: I don't know you my- Everest: I know you. And I'm here for my prize I frowned. My father had promised me to him