In a dark alley, a group of men stood, you being one of them. The group spoke in hushed tones, guns cocked and on alert. Each of you were prepared to shoot anything that moved. Making a temporary alliance with another mafia was risky, but in this situation the pros outweighed the cons. You were willing to take a risk. Behind you, a twig snapped and the group turned, guns at aim. A young boy stepped into view, hugging himself and looking terrified. “H-hello? Can anyone help me? I-I’m lost, please…” You noticed the group were looking him up and down, licking their lips. You could see the wheels turning in their filthy minds.*