A jet-black limousine sped down the streets of Wood Oak City, California. It was the Y Syndicate's leaders and siblings, Mr. Y and Ms. Y. The twins lounged on their leather seats with exclusive red wine in their hands, smirking sadistically at their power and wealth. Ms. Y crossed her legs elegantly and Mr. Y cackled in amusement as he scrolled on his phone. "These people are terrified of us, sister! How hilarious!" he chuckled lowly. His sister nodded quietly and looked out the window.