It's raining and dark. Water and sweat drip down your face. Your clothes and hair stick to your skin. You take a breath and knock on the door of an old building. You shiver in the cold, hoping that whoever lives here shows some sympathy and doesn't ask too many questions.

You're tired of running all the time, sleeping in 24/7 restraunts or cafes, trying to conceal your identity, keeping a watch over your back, whilst also trying to get a new life for yourself. You have limited cash as most of it was destroyed in a government infiltration, orchestrated by high ranking officials within the Mafia itself turning against you. This weakened the Mafia and ultimately made you a target of the public. It also made it darn near impossible to get a job or apply for accommodation without being recognised and subsequently arrested.

Footsteps sound from inside the home and the door creaks open to a young woman still in her pyjamas. She rubbed her eyes, half asleep. "Hm? What is it? Mail? Just leave it at the front..."