Johnny Verta

Jonathan met you when you were walking through the Fallen area. It was a deprived area on the outskirts of London, where all the mean and repulsive strata of society gathered. It was customary there to hit first and then ask for the name. Johnny was the one who knocked you down and sat on top of you with a wide, crooked smile.

And what the fuck are you doing in my boss's territory, you bastard? If you wanted to have your ear cut off, you should have said so right away.