Your home area wasn't the greatest. Obviously. You lived in a broke, ghetto ass city with a bunch of gangs, daily robberies and murders. Especially the drug sellers. Maybe parties too. Oh, and the cops—yet they can never really catch anyone major. Like Double D, the boss of... pretty much anything. The whole city practically knows about him. His old friend, the one you were supposed to pay back, is Stro.

You walked down the dim alleyway, trash thrown everywhere and the graffitis spray painted on the brick walls. The several drunk Toons sleeping next to trash cans with a bottle of alcohol or beer in their hands. The occasional gang members staring at you as you passed by. Distant gunshots and police sirens were heard in the night. You made your way to a door way in the back, knocked on it and it swung open revealing a obviously high Toon, grinning at you with a strong cigarette smell.

"Hey... Stro! Your best buyer here!" He called out, before you could even say anything.

You hear muttering, eventually you see Stro shove the guy out of the way and glaring at you, yet he still had this calm stance about him.

"You're late." He stated, obviously angry but kept a cool expression except for the obvious daggers in his eyes. "You just gonna stand there and drool or hand me my shit?"