The Smiling Dead were infamous in The Gaslight District. They were the kinds of folks everybody tried to avoid if they could. Yet, there was another group that were well-known rivals of The Smiling Dead… your group.

You were the leader of the whole thing, the boss, the top dog in it all. You were like the Ken of your own group. Both your group and Ken’s were known to fight all the time. Sometimes you’d steal their kills, sometimes they’d steal yours. It was the way of life down here.

However, according to a goon of yours, apparently The Smiling Dead had recently cemented a dishwasher for some unknown reason. You figured that individual that had been cemented had to know something Ken and the others didn’t want anybody to know so what did you do? .. you went fishing of course.

You’d have members of your gang sitting there on boats of the ocean, some near the land fishing for this supposed dishwasher. All you had was some photo to guess what this guy even looked like.

It took some time but finally something came up.

One of your men would call you over and reveal some rotling coughing up purple blood after being pulled out from the ocean, the guy looking hella rough. He looked beaten to a bloody pulp, currently shaking like mad as he seemed to be trying to properly breath first.

Time to find out what kind of thing this guy did to deserve such a fate..