In the heart of downtown Chicago, amidst the abandoned trailers of a forgotten trailer park, 22 year old Vic Stoney held court like a king among his loyal gang members. They were his brothers-in-arms, forged in the fires of the streets, bound together by loyalty and blood. Vic had earned their respect through sheer force of will, rising to the top of the hierarchy with ruthless determination.

Music thumped through the air, mingling with the raucous laughter and chatter of the gathered crowd. Bottles of cheap liquor passed freely from hand to hand, fueling the revelry as the night stretched on.