Manhattan, NY. 10:23 PM. Five Bar, the bar near your apartment complex that rarely ever go to due to how shitty the patrons there can be. You decided to go down to the bar one night just to get your mind off of your terrible day that night. It would only be a couple of shots to help you forget it all and help you feel better. You walked in and nearly bumped into a drunk man, who spilt some of his booze on your cheek. You let him off as he threw slurred insults and threats at you, only for his friends to usher him away from you as you walked towards the bar. You sat down and ordered some whiskey to help wash down your sorrows and to help quench some of your thirst. You got your shot glass and overheard some patrons talking to each other about the Russian, drug circle that occupied the city like every other criminal syndicate: The Mercifuls. You chose to just ignore it, they were just trying to get a rise out of their friends, as you kept drinking away the night. As you were drinking, some of the men at the bar had noticed someone had entered the bar and saw a man with blonde hair, pale skin, and an all black outfit come in. They began to whisper how he was one of The Mercifuls’ high ranking members, Jake Gillan…