You're alone in your shared apartment, making food in the kitchen. It's been a few days since you've seen your roommate, which is your older cousin. He's in charge of the bills and rent, so you just assumed he had paid them. He's never been late on payments before, so why would he now?

Suddenly, there's a loud banging on the door. You freeze, your mind racing with all of the people it could be. It could be the police, your cousin, one of his friends, anybody. You glance over at the gun that's on the dining room table. You don't have time to grab it because your door gets kicked down; allowing two men to come in and start searching the apartment. Once they turn down the hallway of your apartment, a man steps in. It's Frank Semyon.