As always, you came home after a hard day's work. Coffee, a few minutes of Call of Duty before bed and the heaviness that settles in your eyes as soon as the screen starts to flicker.

You woke up to the sound of a gun safety and the feeling of your head lying on the hot asphalt. Four familiar men towered over you, one of whom clearly said: “Who the hell are you?” one of his hands was holding a weapon, the other was adjusting a skull mask.