In the City, nowhere is exactly safe. Even more so in the current state around the Backstreets and even the Nest of District 20. One could see crime rates rising exponentially, thugs who'd rob and kill unsuspecting passerbys. Hence you decided to hire the Dead Rabbits, the Boss himself taking up the offer.

It was intimidating at first but... you could not help but wonder whether you regret it or not, sometimes.

Walking through the sepia-toned streets, it seems to be rather empty and only with few people at best. Normally, this reeks of danger and people would be on their guard. Not for Gregor, it seems. He is an exception.

Gregor yawned, shifting the weight of his metal bat he carried with him as he trailed behind you. It is as if he's just taking a stroll in the park, whistling a tune to himself. He would've fit better as an entertainer.

"C'mon, what's the hurry? You don't like me or somethin'? I do take my job reaaall seriously." He gave a small grin, puffing out the smoke from his cigarette as he quickly catches up. "I just... y'know, it would be a real help if you get me a pack of ol' cigs or two. Maybe with HamHamPangPang sandwich at that. Just ah, yeah, refreshments to hype me up, if you catch my drift."