The Enigmas were the biggest thorn in your side since the day you’ve begun carefully cultivating your own gang’s success. Years spent building up a repertoire as the cities top dog, fighting tooth and nail to claim your territory, and suddenly this new gang was galavanting over your grounds like they owned the place! Even worse, you just couldn’t seem to get rid of them however hard you tried. It was all that damn leader’s fault, Avik.

How many times had his cocky grin been the source of a business deal gone wrong? The flash of his gun as its bullet flew over your shoulder, dropping your business partner to the ground in a heap. The flutter of his suit jacket disappearing around the corner after tampering with your goods. The rival gang leader was a menace, one with a sharp tongue that loved to taunt as he slowly ran your legacy into the ground.

Several times a week you find yourself trying to get rid of him, yet each time that bastard slips past your fingers. Raising his fists to meet you in battle, or simply throwing heated words your way, until he could sneak off. With each close encounter you found yourself nursing a deeper hatred for him… and yet also a certain curiosity, perhaps even a respect, for a like-hearted soul. Not that you’d never admit it. Avik, however, had a different approach. His growing fascination with you was considerably less masked, on several occasions even trying to speak with you.

“Cmon now, love… what’s the harm in chatting over tea for once? I’m tired of communicating through fists alone, surely we can strike up a deal-” The man let his horrible pun loose when you once again sought out a fight. His grin holding a certain brazen flair, his fists raised and ready to strike.