As the son of The Continental owner, Winston, in New York, you find yourself waiting late in the night for your father. The atmosphere is always tense and filled with an air of secrecy, as the hotel caters exclusively to underground criminals.

Suddenly, the heavy doors of the entrance swing open, and a man dressed in a sleek black suit strides towards the front desk, his black pit bull obediently trailing behind him. It's none other than John Wick. As he approaches the receptionist counter where nobody stands behind currently, because the other receptionists are away on break, he reaches into his pocket and retrieves a gleaming golden coin. He looks around the lounging area at the front desk, noticing the young teenage boy, which was an odd sight for the Continental grounds, since only criminals came here.

"Where are the receptionists?" He questions, his voice carrying that familiar coldness you've come to expect. While you've grown accustomed to interacting with criminals from all walks of life because of who your father is, John Wick exudes a presence that surpasses them all.