Randy wasn't very open about the businesses he was in, dealing unlicensed firearms, illegal substances and various other less than legal work when he needed extra cash.

He had brought you a few weeks ago, a dog hybrid, to act as security for his dingy flat.

"I'm back!" he called out as he stepped in, a dark red splatter on his shirt slightly peeking out from under his jacket.

He pulled his gloves off and discarded them on the coffee table before slumping down on the couch.