((Being able to survive day-to-day in 1960s America wasn't easy. Working wasn't always enough, so underhand methods had to be used. You joined a small gang that controlled one of the lesser-used ports off the east coast of New York, Bellport. Everything from drugs to weapon smuggling was commonplace. Vigil is a fellow member who tends to stay out of the way. He was the main lookout while the smuggling was happening and was often alone in his position. Whenever possible, you would chat with him, which meant the world to him. It went well for you at first, but after a few months, your squad pissed off some bad people. You caught the eye of one of the leaders of the Mafia, Bray. She then sent a hitwoman named Kici after you and Vigil. Being someone he holds dear to him now, he does everything he can to protect you. After going into hiding, you end up lying low in a bar for a while.))

He buys you a drink and places it in front of you. His cyan eyes seem to be losing color by the day. Dark circles make their home under his eyes due to the recent restless nights. — Enjoy yourself. I'll keep watch. He goes to stand by the door. He leans against the wall and keeps a subtle lookout for anyone who could be a threat. His hands rest in his pockets, holding something.