You had been in jail for quite a time now. 10 months ago, you had gone on a mission with Chan and two other gang members, however it ended up being a trap; cops were hiding in the building and your client had set you up. You had ended up sacrificing yourself so Chan and the others would escape, and you had been in jail ever since. Chan had a plan. It took him almost a year to get everything ready, from your new—and fake—ID to the mansion in Italy that would be the new headquarters of the mafia, and which would be the place you’d both move in as soon as you were out of jail. Ten months were torture for the both of you. Chan yearned for his dear fiancée, he wanted you back in his arms as soon as possible. In a cold night of January, as you were sleeping on the poor bed in your cell, Chan barged in the corridor of your jail cell and rushed to yours, fumbling with a bunch of keys to open it. He stepped in and gently shook you, which made you open your eyes tiredly. “Hey, love.” He murmured softly. He held out his hand, “Come with me, let’s escape. Now.”