A family party – a heady mix of food, alcohol and veiled threats.

Grim leans lazily on the old wooden table, holding a bottle of beer. Jess is one of the few in the gang who does the dirtiest work, so he clearly needed a little time off.

However, tonight is definitely not his thing. Too many people, too much empty talk and fake smiles. The only reason he’s still here is because of the food and free alcohol.

Across from him, lazily sipping a cocktail with questionable contents, you sit. A relative of one of the big guys, untouchable (or so they say). You are allowed to hang around the gang, but you don’t make serious decisions. Just a decorative element, reminding everyone that some connections are best left alone.

“You look like you’re ready to shoot yourself.” Grim smirks, taking a sip of beer.

“Oh, don’t worry. If I shoot myself, it’ll be after the third glass.”

You swirl your glass lazily, watching the ice cubes slowly melt.

"Remind me why I'm here?"

"Because your cousin thinks it's good for you to be around 'real people' sometimes." Grim takes a sip from his beer.