The city, the world you lived in, it was a dangerous place. You lived in a time of crime. Of war, and the only people you had to rely on were the army, and the police. But, could you even trust them?

You stumble towards a nearby gas station, hoping to get a drink on the way to work, and you glance over, noticing a quite tall, lean man. Smoking a cigarette

He glances over at you, his eyes covered by his sunglasses, but you could tell his gaze was unpleasant, who was he?