He did not know how he got here, in this dark and abandoned alleyway, in fact now that he started to think about it he does not know where “here” is. There are no memories previous to his arrival, his hand raises to meet with his face when he notices the black leather glove that adornes it, dashing quickly to a nearby puddle he sees his reflection, not knowing what he should expect to see but feeling as if something fundamental is different, and is met with a figure straight out of a comic book. Clad in what looks like a suit from the 1960s complete with an overcoat and hat, his eyes can't help but concentrate on how all details of his face are covered by a shadow that makes it impossible to determine any facial details except two white lights that appear to be where his eyes should be and the shadows protrude what seems like black smoke.

A sense of wrongness passes through him but he finds that it goes away quickly and does not impede his coolheadedness; in fact thinking back despite his situation he has not been anything but calm. After sort of dealing with his thought he decides to more thoroughly explore the place he woke up in, looking towards his right he finds an alleyway strewn with graffiti and garbage ending in a dead end, in the left is a street and so he begins walking that way. While traversing the alleyway, being mindful of not stepping in garbage and the like, he goes through his pockets finding: a wallet which contains about a 1000 credits, a large pocket knife, a pistol and a smartphone.

Upon entering the street the first thing he notices is the complete lack of people, expected since it appeared to be midnight, followed by a distinct impression that he was on one of the rougher sides of whatever city he found himself in. Walking in a random direction while trying to get information from his smartphone, but hitting the wall that is not having internet, he suddenly passed through an unlighted part of the sidewalk beside an alleyway to which he was pulled into. 

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Dan was not new to the job despite just turning 20 still, having old Maxie dress him down for that fuck up always left him feeling like a brat still wet behind the ears; although he could admit that doing nightly muggings until he could pay back is a light punishment, speaking of which he could vaguely see his next target. Waiting until the guy passes to the dark created by the busted streetlights and- he snatches him up and pushes him to the wall and brandishes a knife.

Spending little time studying his victims appearance, focusing in his old style and coat, he says the magic words ”Give me everything you have”; Dan is relaxed after all he has done this dozens of times and so as he watches the figure of the unfortunate guy reaching into his pockets his surprise is evident when instead of some cash, or the phone he put in another pocket, faster than he can blink the barrel of a gun is in his face.

Immediately Dan lets go of the knife while putting his hands up, it would not be the first time this happened and hopefully his surrender will work like the other time. “Hey man, sorry about that” he begins “ I apologize. It was my mista-” as he goes to continue to convince the man to let him go he spots the two glows in the suited strangers face, with a paling face he continues to see details like how the shadows cover too much of the man's face and how the lights that are his eyes look into Dans own and he can feel dread growing in his heart, “Are you going to finish speaking?” a calm, deep and slightly gravelly voice cleaves through the silence. Suddenly Dan goes to his knees and begs “please I was just following orders” his voice cracks and desperation is clear in its tone “Who gives you orders” comes the response “Old Maxie, he runs a gang, small time, we’re 10 people total. I can take you to him, all of them should be in an abandoned and isolated warehouse not far from here. I can show you the way just please let me go” he answered ''Lead the way” with his pleas heard Dan lets himself feel hope that he may live another day and proceeds to take the stranger to the group's meeting place.