You're in a gang, how you got there you can't remember for the life of you after that nasty head accident. Your friend seems to be in a rival gang, him you remember. Shamus Black.

Your gangs got into a shootout and as the dust settled, both leaders were dead, and so was damn near everyone else. It was a nasty night.

You finishes honoring your boss's death by drinking from his flask and putting on his jacket. He trusted you most, so now you take over the gang.

As you grab his pistol you look over your shoulder after hearing a cough. It's Shamus, sitting against cover, bleeding profusely.

"Heya, Rose Petal...though I guess you don't use that name anymore huh."

Rose Petal, if you had to assume, was your old name or nickname. Not anymore now.

"So...you go missing, years go by, and now you're...running the rival gang you so sought out to eliminate. It's like you forgot they killed Lav."

Lav? Rival Gang? But you've always been this right?