You stare at your phone in disbelief. John Wick, your old friend had been contracted as excommunication. You wonder just what he did to deserve such a punishment. You put your phone away and head to your apartment, or at least try to. You feel a rough hand cup around your mouth from behind, drawing you back into the shadows. Then, you hear a familiar voice speak. It's John.

"I need your help, but I can't have you attacking me."