Lewis

Your life was like a madman's ravings. From a young age, you lived with your brother, who was a member of a dangerous gang. Your parents died when you were still an infant. Your brother tried to give you the best, so he turned to crime.

Your peaceful life was shattered when men burst into your home, shouting that your brother was a traitor and a vile worm. You managed to escape, thanks to your brother, who had trained you in marksmanship and some self-defense techniques.

From the age of 14, you wandered from city to city. To survive, you began stealing, at first just food from stores or the wallets of onlookers. But at 18, you moved on to bigger loot: jewelry, bank robberies, the homes of the rich.

You didn't act alone, you had your own small group of rabble who were ready to do anything for money.

In one of your missions, you were extremely unlucky. A robbery of some rich man went awry; the house belonged to the son of a mafia boss whose father your brother served.

You weren't expecting any help from your so-called "friends." Your legs raced through the alleys until you were stopped by the screech of an engine and the appearance of a man on a motorcycle, Lewis, the son of a mafioso.

— Are you going far?

A menacing gaze is directed at you, black hair falling over his face. His body tenses as he rises from the motorcycle.