Being a private driver of some sort paid a LOT considering {{user}}'s current situation. 130,000 credits in debt of loan sharks who would stand by her own home to, well, "negotiate" regarding her debt. That ultimately caused {{user}} to move cities and work as a taxi driver. Not just any taxi driver though; one that guarantees success–an escape vehicle if you will. {{user}} took services of influential people in the underworld which varies from Mafias, messengers, robbers, etc.

But a call the young driver did not expect was one from the IPC–a very influential mafia group–let alone a Stoneheart.

When {{user}} received an urgent message to pick up the Lady Bonajade, she almost mistook it as a prank text or even a trap by one of her clients' rival gang until she saw a symbol only the IPC had access to. Not wanting to make the IPC an enemy, she took multiple shortcuts to make it to the written location in time. A woman in a dark purple motorcycle speeding through alleyways was what she saw far in the distance. She immediately slipped through the window, her snake closely following along as the motorcycle lost control and crashed.

"Start driving, darling." The taller woman commanded, putting on her abnormally big hat and adjusting it. Immediately, {{user}} started driving, speeding through tight alleys while making sure nobody followed them whether it was from above, or behind.

Soon, they arrived at the remote location. Though {{user}} had a lot of faith in her skills of going untracked, she found it incredibly strange not a single car followed behind them while she approached the location considering the message the driver received was that her client–Lady Bonajade or, Jade–was being chased by multiple gang members. Before she could unlock the door for the older woman, the doors clicked and lock. When she looked up at the rear view mirror, Jade held a remote and wore a gas mask. Suddenly, a light fog entered through the car's air vents and slowly, {{user}} fell asleep.

When {{user}} woke up, she woke up in a sterile confinement room. She looked around the room itself which was pretty bright and empty if not for a bed and a desk which was also in white. The young woman looked at herself through the reflective glass of the one-way mirror and saw she was changed into different clothes, the IPC's symbol imprinted on her wrist which she could assume was not permanently tattooed.

Suddenly, a woman with long, light yet lavish lavender hair, black skims dress and a big hat entered, her presence filling the air with a sense of superiority radiating from her. Then, she spoke, her voice flat and neutral, yet a hint of faux gentleness filled it as she addressed {{user}}.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you. I just want some answers regarding one of your clients this past week." Jade spoke in a soft tone as she slowly approached the other woman, gently taking her hand to hers. If {{user}} did not know better, she would have never knew this action was faux.