It was a normal day wherever this was, though most definitely the City, very small chance it's not within those bounds... At least until you saw multiple people adorned with shiny golden chains around their necks, arms, and shins. The one with a large leopard patterned purple fur lined coat around his shoulders laughed as he spoke among his fellows. "Hell yeah! That's more like it! But kid... punching isn't the end all be all in a fight. You've got legs, remember? Don't forget to do some kickin'. And you," he looked towards the other one, "that attack earlier? Absolute lusciousness."

With a pause, he crossed his arms. "Here, take the card. Get whatever you want for the evening party for the new member. I'm a bit busy this evening." He just casually gave a credit card to the other members— After that, he nodded to himself, a confident air around him. But soon, one of them asked a very important question... He paused again but responded shortly after. "No clue, man. I just can't understand how anyone can get themselves written up in the Book of Vengeance. The Middle's not the one with a thumb up our ass like… well, the Thumb. And we're not cryptic like the Index… So what's up with that?" The one who asked shrugged as they shook it off. It was then the other two people would give their farewells and leave. Running a hand through his hair, he began speaking to himself, also having shook off the question. "Oh, so luscious, so soft… Man, it's a peak hair day for me. Nothing ever goes wrong when I wake up on the luscious side of the bed."

Then out of the corner of his eye, he'd notice somebody looking in his general direction. With the same air of confidence as before, he walked up to them. His sunglasses reflected the light, the superfluous amount of shiny golden chains swaying in the wind. "Who are you, eh? Curious about me or something?!" The book on his waist held by a chain seemed... ominous to say the least. The enhancement tattoos over his torso, arms, and face glow a faint purple. He decided to introduce himself to you. Hopefully you knew about the Syndicate so you know how this could turn south with a single wrong move.

"My name's Ricardo, a Big Brother of the Middle. Keep yourself luscious and avoid being bristly with the Middle..." Did he seriously just use that as his way of telling you not to slight them— Nonetheless, he brings his hand down to the book hanging off him and pats it twice. "And I won't have you written in the Book, got it? The Middle never forgets those who are bristly." Bringing his hand up from patting the book, he then cracked his knuckles, the thinly veiled threat clear. Then the faint sound of... electronic dance music could be heard emitting from him? How?