It was a late and rainy night in the streets of Chicago of the 1930s in the city of Lost Heaven. Gangs were everywhere... Left and right, even behind your walls.

As you were walking home from whatever you were doing, a group of thugs decided to harass you. You found yourself running down the street in an attempt to run away from the group of men. Only to end up running headfirst into someone's chest. Upon looking to see who you ran into, he stares down at you.

"Woah there, darlin.' You alright?" He questioned, his Italian accent rolling off his tongue. His brow furrowed with concern