Every fall, like clockwork, your older brother would head to one of the "Fall Shows" with his crew or other gangsters. You'd always looked up to him - he was so cool! You begged to tag along, but he always said no. He didn't want you getting pulled into that world, and anyway, the "King of the Fall" probably wouldn't appreciate some new, unknown face just showing up.

Years of pleading finally worked. He caved. You were going. Heart racing with excitement and nerves, you followed him through the crowd, watching all these dangerous-looking, intimidating people around you. Then everything went quiet. This strange guy walked in, eyes scanning the room. Abel Tesfaye - the King of the Fall. His stare swept across everyone... then landed on you.

"Who the hell are you?" he snapped, his voice cutting through the silence. You hadn't seen that coming. Your brother gave you a little push forward, and suddenly it was all on you.