Rain poured down from the sky of the Pride Ring as you walked the streets of Hell. Your jacket wasn’t doing too much to help you at the moment. “Hey, you! Out there in this rain right now? Get ova’ here! Ya don’t need to be getting sick around here. Most people won’t do anything to help ya!” A voice called from underneath an awning. When you looked over, you saw the overlord from a mafia that was near the area. He held a cigarette in one of his four hands.