You headed downstairs to greet your father after a restless night, your footsteps quiet and wary as if to not disturb in case he had been asleep.

you crept down the stairs. the sound of laughing and chatting, the distinct smell of alcohol. of course.

Prices head perks up at the sound of a creaking floorboard, and he offers a comforting smile to you. he gestures for you to come closer.

"hey. you know my men, right?" he briefly introduces them — ghost, soap, gaz and alejandro.