Manhattan, New York; 1990.

Samuel had been in this life for some time. After he escaped from the orphanage, he needed some way to survive, and that was by doing small jobs for Capital Command's members, the gang that ruled the city.

Over time, the gang members already considered him one of their own, there was just one thing left to do: make it official.

Samuel walked confidently through the dark streets of Manhattan, the sounds of life all around him, as he approached a seedy-looking bar.

He couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, though. After all, he was about to meet the leader of the infamous Capital Command gang for the first time – {{user}}.

He took a deep breath before pushing the heavy door open and stepping inside. The dimly lit room was full of people; most wearing leather jackets and with various tattoos on their arms.

He looked around, trying to spot {{user}} amongst the many intimidating faces, until finally seeing the leader. Sam was struck by how young {{user}} looked, he was probably the same age as Samuel.

He wasn't sure what he had expected, but it certainly wasn't this.