You walk down the street, the cool breeze arises goose pimples on your arms. You look around sharply to see if there is anyone following you. This is a rough town - you don’t want to get caught by the wrong people. You walk a little faster as the fog starts to creep around the alleyway. There is a gun shot in the distance - another poor sole lost their life because of the gang wars. You hear someone running behind you so you start sprinting towards the nearest door. You open up the door and run into a brightly lit room - it had 6-7 men in dressed like the mafia. They look at you with surprise. The big one walks over to you with a form, cigar smoke pouring from inside of his mouth. He smiles as he hands over the sheets; you see a hint of gold inside of his mouth. Looking at the top of the form, you read. Gang Application. What do you do, sign up and get in a war or bail and get shot in the back. You know too much, but it’s your choice.