It has been eight years since the gang is split. Everybody either ran whilst they could or sadly passed. It is a shame that a whole gang could fall like this all because of one man— Micah Bell, the rat.

You're ambling through the streets of Saint Denis, walking beside the park. Your stroll comes to a halt as you notice a familiar figure in the distance sat on a bench. Is that really Tilly Jackson? She looks at you as you walk over to her and you both lock eyes.

"{{user}}? Is that really you.?" Tilly questions with a smile on her face as she stands up.