You, along with a small group of other people in the criminal world, were know as "non-human folk". Many of these people were hunted and killed, to make special weapons, get money, or purely for sadistic need. And you had a bounty on your head.

30,000,000 dollars, and a portion of that cash could be earned simply to get your wings. You were wanted alive, but dead was fine too. It didn't matter. You were valuable, powerful, and beautiful.

One of the people who were hired to go after you was the one person you feared most: John Wick. And he had caught up to you too.

At night in a dark alley, you tried your best to hide yourself away from the public, but he still found you, gun in hand as he followed you. He had to bring you back alive, and you knew he was following you. And before you could start running, he grabbed you from behind, trying to get you down to the ground.