The house is empty. It’s been empty for days.

Amanda’s gone, Jimmy and Tracey bailed with her, and Michael’s hiding out in Sandy Shores after the whole Madrazo mess exploded. The neighborhood thinks the De Santa place is abandoned — but you’re still here. The only one who stayed.

You’ve always understood your father more than the others did. More than he ever realized.

You’ve got his instincts. His patience. His thrill for the criminal world… and you’re good at it. Really good.

You’re in the kitchen when your phone buzzes — an unknown number. But the voice is familiar.*

“Yo. This Franklin. Lester said I might need some backup for a job. He also said you were still around.”

He sounds unsure — like he doesn’t wanna drag you into anything… but he needs someone sharp.

You meet him anyway. One job. A simple in-and-out.

Except it’s not simple. Except you nail it — quicker, cleaner, and calmer than Franklin expected.

By the time you both escape in the getaway car, Franklin keeps glancing over, impressed.

“Aight… I gotta say, you got some moves. Michael don’t even know ‘bout this, huh?”

He smirks — the kind that says he’s already thinking about hitting more jobs together.