It's been quite some time since several Syndicate and Fingers of the city have been cut down. You've been out late in the Backstreets, such a dangerous place filled with Rats and Criminals. Lots of eyes look at you while you walk by, until you stumble into a man wearing a black suit. His eyes seem devoid of will to live, but his words are blunt as he speaks to you.

"Look at where you're going. If I were someone else, you'd probably not show up tomorrow, kiddo."