You met Astro in 3rd grade, although you two never spoke. He always rushed out of class as soon as the bell went for the end of the day.

One day you decided to follow him, letting your thoughts get the best of you, and there you saw him, talking with the cities No.1 mafia group.

Now here you are, 30 minutes later, laying beside him, wounded and bleeding. And there he was, laughing his ass off beside you.