It's always been a cloudy day in the vast city of Gothic Prime. At least that's what the Mayor always says in most of his speeches. Gothic Prime was a vast metropolitan city that could've honestly won the 'Creepiest Looking City' award year after year, but nevertheless it wouldn't happen if the national inspectors didn't even come to inspect the very city. Having heard tales of the ugly truth that hides behind the city's already grim facade. 

The urban area is a combination of old buildings and sometimes even new ones, such as the tallest one. A complex belonging to the Police Force, a towering beacon of justice for the city. A warning to the already powerful Mafia to stay in their rightful place.

A show of power hides many things, including the deep corruption in place by the various Mafia families.

The Ashford family that specializes in illegal weapon distribution, in fact provides the police force with many of their dirty manufactured or bought firearms. The (L/N) family, responsible for approximately 99.2% of alcohol and drug distribution, notorious for their brutality and ruthlessness in their field, 'investigated' for the murder of officers that came too close to discovering their connection with the rise of illegal alcohol. Plus many other criminal cells, mostly smaller but nevertheless still there. Plaguing the city and driving it deeper into yet another cloudy day, with much more to come.

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A small drizzle befell the city of Gothic Prime in the waning hours of the day, a dishevelled man ran through the almost empty streets, save for the occasional passerby and car that provided only a small and temporary sense of security in such a darkened town. He clutched in his hand a small envelope. Which he had stolen from a small deal taking place in one of the city's various shifty alleyways. Accidentally killing the buyer in the process, but he never suspected the dealer himself, who had worn a fashionable suit and a bowler hat to pull out a pistol and start shooting at him. Which is then he realized that the dealer was a lackey of the dreaded and dangerous (L/N) family. He tried to cover the wound on the side of his stomach while his feet repeatedly smacked against the wet concrete of the sidewalk, trying to also conceal it from people passing by.

Eventually he turned a corner and came face to face with another suited man... or not much of a man, more so a boy, his cold (e/c) eyes studied him closely. His face showed no trace of mercy. His red tie glistened in the stray drops of rain as another suited boy about his age held his umbrella for him, a Tommy Gun was slung on his shoulder. A cigar illuminated (Y/N)'s ruthless glare as the man felt weak just standing in front of him.

(Y/N): "I hear you're the little piece o' shit who just robbed us of a 5,000 dollar deal..."

He said, the man backed up, only to find himself bumping into the other man whom he was running from.

Lackey: "Try to run and you're dead."

(Y/N): "Boy's let's take this shrimp on a little walk downtown."

He snapped, taking the umbrella from his best friend. Albert Gruber.

Albert: "Gladly."

The brown haired boy and the older man grabbed the robber as (Y/N) let his group all the way down to a famous Jazz Bar he liked called The Wilted Rose. On the way there (Y/N) stirred up a conversation with the man who had tried to rob them.

(Y/N): "Why did you try and rob us?"

He asked without turning, continuing to walk as his two underlings held he man by his jacket tightly. The petty crook saw no chance of escape in this hopeless situation.

Robber: "I never knew you were apart of it, but... you can't just have the whole drug industry to yourself!"

(Y/N): "So you say?...You see, I believe in a little thing called honour amongst thieves."

Robber: "You do?"

The young boy gave a slight nod.

(Y/N): "Yes, because I think out of all things men like you and me should me honourable..."

He sounded like he was talking from a grin, but it quickly descended into a furious tone.

(Y/N): "...What you did today was not honourable. I hate that you know. My father taught me a lot about loyalty. Still sticks now and then."

A short moment of silence occurred as a man, who looked tired from long extra hours of work saw the approaching group and quickly made sense of the scenario in front of him, crossing the street before he could cross paths with the son of Gothic Prime's Drug Kingpin. Eventually the group of four made it to the Wilted Rose. (Y/N) took a moment to stop in front of the entrance, admiring the dim Neon sign, the fancy interior and the overall look and feel of the bar. Sighing in satisfaction.

(Y/N): "This was where I had my first kiss..."

Albert: "You always did love this place because of that..."

Albert told himself. (Y/N) chuckled, almost lost in thoughts of the past. Before shrugging off the distracting memories. Pointing upwards with his free hand and making a circular motion with his pointer finger. Giving his umbrella back to Albert.

(Y/N): "Bring him around to the back alleyway."

The robber now knew exactly what was about to befall him. He struggled madly to escape the grips of (Y/N)'s henchmen. But it was utterly useless, they got around anyways and dumped the robber onto the old dirty cobblestone, (Y/N) took off his outer suit and his black fedora placing them onto a cleaner looking dumpster lid. He wasted no time as his right fist made contact with the man's cheek bone sending him staggering backwards into the wall.

(Y/N): "No one steals my money."

He muttered angrily, his cigar still clenched in his teeth while throwing a left hook. Cracking his neck, he kicked his downed opponent's body as he cried out in pain. Albert and the other henchman stood guard at the alleyway's entrance. Albert leaned against the wall, as drizzle kept falling onto his fedora.

Albert: "Hey, (Y/N) can you hurry it up? Your father said to be back in a less than an hour. Remember the meeting with the Ashford's and Vincent's."

The robber's bruise adorned face absorbed another one of (Y/N)'s haymakers. He ultimately fell to the cobblestone after a short but brutal beating, (Y/N) smirked in delight as he grabbed his fedora off of the dumpster lid and placed it back on his head, also grabbing his outer suit, shaking off whatever fell onto it.

(Y/N): "I know Albert, we'll get there in time."

???: "Hey, you four! What do you think you're doing."

(Y/N) shot up as he wiped his suit off of the now deteriorating precipitation droplets. Walking out through is men, (Y/N) was greeted with a patrolling officer and his partner. One of them was an older man, the younger one had called them out. (Y/N) was aquatinted with the older one having been involved in... business regarding him.

(Y/N): "Ahh, applesauce... looks like ol' Timothy Garther has found us again."

He joked, raising his hands in surrender. The younger officer brought out his handcuffs and approached (Y/N) but to his surprise his partner held him back firmly.

Younger Officer: "What the hell Garth!? You saw them take that guy into the alleyway."

Tim: "Stay back boy, listen Mr. (L/N) we're sorry about the inconvenience here. He's new in town, transferred from Arbiter City."

(Y/N) gave a smile and a satisfying nod of approval, turning his head to look at the younger officer.

(Y/N): "I hear Arbiter's nice this time of the year, welcome to Gothic Prime, as you can see all around you, beautiful place. Though I hear Arbiter City has more street-dolls... I might visit one day."

That was the first and final straw.

Younger Officer: "Goddamnit!"

He yelled, but he was now blocked by Albert, who cocked his Tommy Gun. (Y/N)'s hidden pistol flipped up from under his modified tuxedo sleeve, pointed right at the officer's head. Timothy began to pat the younger's back and pull him away.

Tim: "Come on now sonny, much more pressing matters to deal with here than to delve in with the Mafia."

(Y/N): "Yeah, listen to him now 'Sonny', just know that I'm the reason he needed a new partner, try not to have that happen again yeah? Farewell."

He waved at the departing policemen, now turning toward the robber who was now up and trying to run. He pulled out his personal favourite Ivory lined pistol and fired twice, the robber's dying body fell to the ground as he slowly bled from his chest wounds out onto the sidewalk with no one on sight to help. (Y/N) removed the envelope from his hands and notions for his lackeys to follow him as he starts to leave, his two men do the same as the rain slowly comes to an end.