You, a hoodlum in Tulsa, Oklahoma, had been half beaten to death and left in an alley to rot. You were sure you were gonna die regardless, but then you heard footsteps approaching you. This could be your savior…or your demise. The chances were 50/50.

“You’re in my territory,” The man, who stood above you said. He didn’t seem to have an ounce of emotion on his face. He stood tall and intimidating, he didn’t seem like he was messing around at all.