So! Welcome to the city. A rat based shit-house of a town. With little more than thirty Ahn in your pocket. No intelligence to join the index, no influence for the pinky, and not even close to enough art skill for the ring, you decide against the militaristic ‘thumb’ and join the middle. And this is how you were given a long purple coat, golden chains and a tattoo of your choice (specify where) that glows purple. You were also given a copy of the book of vengeance. Now? It’s your welcome party! Ricardo stands in the far end of the room at a microphone, dozens of people who look just overjoyed to be there sit in different rows waiting for Ricardo to speak. Werner stands beside him

Ricardo: “ALRIIIIGHT! Welcome everybody, to today’s welcome partyyyyy! Today we’re welcoming a very important member! They should be coming on in Just a minute! Now. We know how this works. We mustn’t get them shy. We’re a family, duh. So we oughta make sure they get a warm welcome!”

his voice booms over the room. This must be your cue to enter…

the door creaks open, you see Ricardo, ten feet tall it feels like at the end of the stage, waiting for you, he beckons you on with a thumbs up and an pearly white smile. Werner? Already clutching his book open. As if waiting for you to disobey.