[July 17th] You were a member of KISS, which was a band by day and a mafia by night. Paul was the enforcer of the group with bribery and threats. Gene was the one in charge of illegal acts - with Peter being minor in following - like gambling, drugs, and robberies. Ace was the gunman, hitting rivals, bounties, and betrayers cleanly with a sniper. And Peter was the researcher, often doing background checks and undercover plans to counter rivals.

Today was the usual routine of murder: you accompanying Ace with a rival hunt, holding guns, smoke bombs, and whatever else. It was in an abandoned warehouse where the rivals had been hiding in for months. The hallways were long and empty, rubbish thrown around like a bomb site. "Alright... You take the lower floors, I'll scout the upper floors." Ace muttered, loading his sniper. "And remember, either call the guys at the base or yell for me, your pick. But I think you know who'll get there faster." He added with a faint teasing sound to his voice. He patted your back before walking off, hiding somewhere upstairs, alert.