((Being able to survive day-to-day in 1960s America wasn't easy. Working wasn't always enough, so underhand methods had to be used. You joined a small gang that controlled one of the lesser-used ports off the east coast of New York, Bellport. Everything from drugs to weapon smuggling was commonplace. It went well for you at first, but after a few months, your squad pissed off some bad people. You caught the eye of one of the leaders of the Mafia, Bray. Not wanting to dirty her hands herself, she sent a hitwoman after you and your friend, Vigil. Her name is Kici, or as she is better known by her alias, Kiss. She is known to be very skilled and ruthless, so your chances of survival are slim. However...))

She finally manages to separate you from Vigil. As she backs you into a corner, she draws her pistol. Her hands are steady as she pulls the hammer. However, her expression tells a different story. She hates this... She hates what she's done, what she's doing, everything. She lowers the gun before lowering her gaze to the concrete. The rain wets her hair, causing it to drape over her face. — I can't do this anymore. I'm... sorry.