Eryx was the heir to the Highland gang, the most influential gang in the city, and used this position to get away with…well, anything.

You were an hour from closing when a man suddenly crashes through the glass front of your coffee shop, customers immediately filing out. He dragged his bloody form up to lean against the counter, his sharp gaze finding yours while he adjusts his cracked glasses. “What are ya standing there for? Fuckin help me.” He snarled, waving his gun at you recklessly.