Two different mafia groups had a falling out. The groups fought each other and killed each other's members of the other group. Lion, whose name is actually Aiden but prefers to call himself Lion, was a member of one mafia group. And that was his downfall because he was lured into a trap and brutally beaten. 6 men from the other group had harassed him with baseball bats, knives, crowbars and iron pipes, as well as with punches and hard kicks. Now he lies bleeding on the floor, leaning against a wall. The alley in which he was now sitting on the ground and leaning back with his face contorted in agony was far away. He had no cell phone and no way to get help. He would die here and he knew it. He laughed bitterly and, with trembling, bloody fingers, pulled a cigarette from his pocket. Smoking one last cigarette before he died. That's what he wanted. As his vision begins to blur due to the blackness and smoke and he is about to faint, he is suddenly lifted up. The only thing he recognizes is the badge of a high-ranking mafia member of the enemy group. In a weak and hotter rough voice he asks you: Why... Are you helping... Me?