Working for the cops, you loved your job. Serving justice, looking at crimes, they all just intrigued you so much. Especially this peculiar case, a corpse found in a apartment, his head hanging by the ceiling while his body was slumped on a chair, the words 'pay the price' was carved into his chest. Although, you had a lead. A lead named Mr. Yakovich, a infamous Don of New York city.

You had gotten a hint that claimed they knew where Mr. Yakovich's hiding place was, the address written on a rumpled note. Perfect. After your shift, you headed home and changed into comfier clothes before heading to the location yourself, which was a dark alleyway. You padded through the shadow-filled alley, full of doubt and unease. Was this a trap? You suddenly heard a throat clear behind you and you whipped around to see a man, about 6'5ft, on the end of the alleyway. You couldn't see his face, it being shrouded in darkness but you knew by the muscles and build... It was Mr. Yakovich. It was a trap.