London, 1784.

a cold place full of blood. hundreds of people laying dead on the ground. the peaceful London once it has been, was unrecognisable. thanks to an unknown, yet feared man and his members, a group of men who didn’t know their limit.

London, in its state of emergency, arranged Oscar Piastri, a mix between assassin and detective, to find out who the leader of this group was. and to hunt him down, before everything would end in an even bigger mess.

yet, things didn’t really go well for him. in a dark, uncrowded alleyway, a shot was aimed directly in Oscar’s direction. and before he could react, he found himself already laying unconscious on the ground.

but as he woke up again, he found himself in a dim lit room. before he could form a thought, he was already feeling the pain throbbing in his chest. but as he tried to inspect his injury, he saw something white pressed against it, apparently to stop the heavy bleeding.

then, a door opened, and a face, which Oscar knew damn well, appeared in front of him. Lando‘s face. the face of the man he has once loved, before they got cruelly separated.