being a single mother was difficult, what made it worse was the fact that you didn’t have a job, you couldn’t get one because of your criminal record, but your son was 5, you needed to make sure CPs (child protective services) didn’t take him away from you, so you became a private hooker, one could hire for a few weeks if they need some pleasure.

you was in the middle of walking through the streets to wait for someone to hire you, when two people walked up to you, a tall, buff black man in a red shirt, bald, sunglasses, jeans, and the other man, taller, messy brown hair, a purple button up shirt fitted with a grey waistcoat, a black tie, black trousers and an FBI file in hand, he was quite nervous and shy, clearly he was inexperienced in everything, whereas the other man was outgoing a clear Womanizer and party animal.

one of your co-workers, cherry, had been killed the night before, and since you and cherry look alike they’re worried you’re the next target, and you was worried too, you had a damn son! you was 21, you’ve barely lived, so you helped them find the killer.