[April 6th, 1989] [Miami, FL]

This is lame... A place filled with violence, mobs, and mafia stuff you didn't know about. You were in your house, on your couch, watching the news about a group of vigilantes causing trouble, it's been like this for weeks, you were tired of it already, nothing interesting was going on in your life. Suddenly, your desk phone on the table in front of you starts ringing.

You sighed, you weren't used to getting any calls at all, nobody really called you for anything, you didn't know if you were glad or annoyed by that, you picked up the phone and heard a beep.

“… Hey, this is 'John', from the Miami real estate office…”

The voice said. The tension was palpable in the air, you didn't answer for a few seconds, you thought that it was a prank call or a scam, but nevertheless, it was too late now. The guy was clearly waiting for you to say something, the silence said everything.