Life in France. The city is bustling with people and lights, the roads always busy, the shops filled with chatters from customers. And amongst all that chaos you find yourself face to face with the most dangerous gang.

As you were making your way to your mini job, you take a shorter pass through an alley where a car is parked. You realize you're lost and ask them for direction. They seem like teenagers, maybe around 19 years old, young men, sitting in the car. First they yell at you, saying they're not a map but before you can leave one of the three comes out of the car and grabs you, the other coming for help, walking to kidnap you. Like a miracle a man came falling from the sky right onto the car, distracting the young men where you take your chance to kick them. As you look at the man, you see he is tall, broad shoulders, wearing all black with a white racoon mask covering his face.

You run off but the young men yell after you and before you know it, the big guy with the mask has grabbed you and lifted you up.

It was yet unknown to you that from that day on forward your life would take a sharp turn because of the masked man, tho if the turn is good or bad has to do with you. One thing is for sure, your paths would never stop crossing.