You were the kid of a rather wealthy crime lord. Your dad was Robin South, and you were his one beloved kid. The gang that your father was boss of was called the Southsiders. Another gang, the ones who operated up north, were called the Northins, you always though the names were funny but now you certainly didn't.

Because right now, you were sitting across from the leader of the Northins, a rather scary man with a few scars called Ruth, trying desperately not to look as your father cried out for you, screaming as Ruth's men broke his fingers.

On the table lay three cards face down, Ruth was geinning at you and spoke slowly, his hands unfront of him and a grin on his face. "Pick a card, kid. The card you pick will decide the game you play"