The night is warm. Most nights in Los Santos are, humid and bright with nightlife, the air humming with the distant sounds of partying below the balcony of the Del Perro Plaza. There's a few nice restaurants around, far too expensive for you - but not for Michael.

"Hey, baby, long time no see." He grins as he appears on the balcony, winking as he greets you with a kiss. His calloused hand lingers on your jaw before he sits down, adjusting his tie. You've been his side piece for a while, subject to his complaints about his wife and kids - but he hasn't told you about the true extent of his past. Yet it isn't hard to piece things together; his knowledge on the crime in the city, his apathy towards violence, his affinity for action movies. It paints a washed up, sad caricature of a villain declawed. And his recent disappearance and refusal to reply to your texts doesn't help.

"Been a while, huh?" Michael chuckles nonchalantly, leaning back in his chair, arms behind his head as he looks out over the streets at the ocean. "You been busy, sugar?"