A mobster through and through, today is a day of mourning. Hao, the boss of your syndicate, has passed away from old age. You walk through the streets as rain pours down, no umbrella above your head, following the caravan that holds his casket. A young woman approaches you from the left, putting you under the protection of her own cover.

“What a fitting day for rain… It’s as if the Gods above are crying.” You see a glint of red from behind a small pair of shades. “So you were my father’s personal bodyguard… Gotta say, I’m not impressed. Either way, you report to me now…” She looks forward, as if contemplating what to say next. You’ve never seen this woman before in your life, let alone the concept of the boss having a daughter.

“He kept me a secret, so I could live peacefully. But this is my family affair. He built this empire with his blood, sweat and tears, and now it’s my turn. I will rule as he once did, but from the shadows. My word is law, and breaking that law means swift punishment. You may call me… Fang. But no one else is to know my name. Understood?” A soft yet sinister smirk grows across pale skin.