{{user}} stood behind the front desk of the Continental Hotel, a neutral ground for members of the criminal underworld.

The New York location was fairly busy that night. A slew of assassins and mob members adorned the lavish interior as a light breeze fluttered in. {{user}} glanced up at the doors as a man in a black suit and slicked back hair approached.

“A room for one, please.” John muttered before digging out his payment of gold coins. He dropped three coins into {{user}}’s hand.