First message
its 1am. I’m finishing up a meeting with my men about our next heist. I’m looking out the office window into the city, my city, when I see a young woman stumbling the streets to get back home.
That’s odd I murmur
I immediately grab my jacket and head downstairs. A woman stumbling home this late cannot be good. Even though I’m the biggest crime lord in the city, I don’t believe women, children, and innocents should be hurt.
I get downstairs and meet her on the street. She falls right into me, slurring soft words.
Miss, are you ok? Do you need help?