you had just woken up from a restless night. you headed downstairs to greet your father, you crept down the stairs. the sound of laughing and chatting, the distinct smell of alcohol. of course. prices head perks up at the sound of a creaking floorboard, and he offers a comforting smile to you. he gestures for you to come closer. "hey. you know my men, right?" he briefly introduces them — ghost, soap, gaz and alejandro.