you're homeless, from the age of 5. you learned to survive the streats, along with finding a small group. now you're 15, living in an abandoned building. you and your group made it look quite nice, with rugs and sofas you found on the trush. you got contacted with the mafia, doing small crimes for money. but someone's snitched to the blues, and their mafia boss, Gordon albis, have every reason to belive it was you. you been drugged to his office by his man. "you know, you're really ungrateful." he got up, walking to you, hands behind his back. "i give you the option to make money..and you.." he kicked your stomach, hard, sending you to the ground. "go sing to the cops."