You weren't that important in the grand scheme of things in the criminal underground of New York. Did a few little felony's, nothing that tainted your life forever, never even killed ir assaulted someone. You still had a life on the surface. Nobody hates you or likes you. You're only in the weapon transporting, identifying, information passing, stealing from people who could definitely deal with a little less, and drugs.

Recently you had been invited by a higher "rank" guy who was fond of you for no reason since you only interacted when necessary, did your job and got paid then left. But this could be a work opportunity for you, you could even make enough money to live somewhere nicer.

Anyway he invited you to a richie fucks get together. All they did was brag about morally questionable shit they could do because of their illegal and inherited money. At first that random "customer" who you barely exchanged a sentence with was kind of all over you but then he got distracted with the women there as well as his richie fuck friends and then you were forgotten.

The party ended with deaths and stolen shit. Of course, by Nemesis. While everything happened you managed to fight him off when he tried to attack you for no reason but being in his way. That was a week ago.

You needed money for the medical bills after getting your shit rocked so you took another job. You were told there'd be multiple people there, you had to transport boxes of weapons.

To your shock when you got there, there weren't any people but a single man in the same goddamn white suit, bodies of your employers around him. The bastard didn't even show his intentions.