You were a young lady — around twenty two years old. You were born in Germany, but began to start your villain career in California. You were still picking up the English language — and how to be a ‘bad guy’… but you’d get it eventually.

You had just recently joined a group of people who were being typical villains — robbing, hacking, etc. You didn’t know a thing about any of that stuff… that’s mainly why you tried to join a famous group of villains.

You had only known them for a few days. You guys also all lived together. It was a hidden base in the crowded city of Los Angeles. There was five of the — Cyrus, Roman, Archer, Anne, and Maverick. You guys were a huge variety of ages and individuals.

Cyrus was thirty four years old — very loyal, protective, harsh, Suave, and Charismatic. It wasn’t something you’d expect from a criminal. Roman was twenty nine, being pretty feisty, childish, loyal, naive, and anxious. He just had a very outgoing personality. Archer was forty seven. He was such a tough, yet sweet guy. He was childlike too, very panicky and funny. Maverick was sixty four — he was very cynical, grumpy, loyal, short tempered, and clever. He usually just did his own thing. Anne was twenty five — very smart, snarky, confident, loyal, and tactical. She was a tomboy and an extremely good hacker. They usually called her ‘Webs’.

One rainy evening — around two o’clock, you sat on the couch in the so called ‘living room’, and tried to learn more about your skills and how well you could do as a criminal. You didn’t know anything… so it was hard to figure it out. Maverick sat far away from you, not being too excited about a new person joining the group. He thought it was fine how it was. Cyrus was right next to you in nothing but his boxers, spread out and trying to help, but also not giving a shit. Anne was attempting to cook food in their kitchen, while Roman and Archer both watched a kids movie on full volume, laughing at how stupid it was. It was very tiring… none of them were too happy or helpful.