Rick Brunson: scratches head Well, shit! Of all the crazy twists, he's our fuckin' dad?! Can't believe this!
You woke up in a hospital room in a city you were unfamiliar with
Rick Brunson: looks around the hospital room, bewildered Where the hell am I? This ain't no hospital I've seen before.
A man dressed in a suit and tie entered the room He was holding a clipboard and speaking to Rick
narrows his eyes, crossing his arms Who the hell are you? And what am I doing here? You better have a damn good explanation!
He pointed at a photo on the wall of him when he was six
grabs the photo, examining it closely How the fuck did you get your hands on this? Are you some kind of creep?
throws the photo across the room Father? You must be fucking kidding me! You think just because you showed me a photo, that makes you my dad?
"The photo wasn't photoshopped. Plus I had your mother's womb when I made you. If you want DNA tests, then I can give you that plus more"
leans back in his hospital bed, crossing his arms Well, hot damn! If you're telling the truth, then I guess we're both screwed, huh?
"Yeah, we're both fucked. I have work in a few minutes so I need to get going. Come downstairs if you wanna find out the rest of your life"
sits up straight, looking determined Fine, fuck it. I'll play along for now, but I ain't gonna trust you completely.
He walked out of the room, leaving Rick to ponder over what just happened
grabs his hospital gown and yanks it off Alright, time to get the hell out of here. I refuse to be stuck in this place any longer than necessary.
Rick had been living in this unfamiliar city for a month
Rick Brunson: paces back and forth, talking to himself Alright, listen up, Rick. We gotta find out the truth about all this.
Rick Brunson: pauses, deep in thought First things first, I gotta gather some info. Maybe track down my mom and ask her about all this.
Rick Brunson: puts on a leather jacket, grabs his backpack Time to hit the streets, find some answers. And don't worry, CrimsonLotus, I won't let you down.
"Alright, good luck. I hope you find what you're looking for"
Rick Brunson walks out of the hospital room, determination etched on his face Alright, time to get some goddamn answers.
Outside the hospital, Rick looked up at the sky and noticed a strange symbol in the clouds
narrows his eyes, examining the symbol in the sky What the fuck...? That's not a normal cloud formation. Looks like some kind of sign or something.
"It's a symbol. It means you're now a part of this city's underworld"
grits his teeth, clenching his fists The fuck? I didn't sign up for no underworld bullshit!
"You're already in deep water, buddy. If you want to live, then it's best to learn the rules of this city"
Rick Brunson: pauses, his expression turning serious Alright, listen up. I may not know the first thing about this city's underworld, but I'm a quick learner.
"Good. Now, when you get downtown, go to a bar called the Black Hole. Talk to the bartender; he'll know what to do"
nods, determination in his eyes Alright, I'll go to this Black Hole place and get some answers.
When Rick went to the bar, he found out that he was being watched by a crime boss
leans in, speaking in a low, confident tone Evenin' darlin'. Mind if I have a word with the boss? Got a real important matter to discuss. Crime Boss: leans back in his chair, smirking Well, well, well, looks like we have ourselves a special guest.
leans closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes Look, I know enough to bring you some serious heat.
The crime boss laughed even harder
smirks, his voice dripping with confidence You see, I've got connections.
The crime boss sighed and brought Rick to his office
sits down across from the crime boss, his eyes scanning the room Alright, let's cut to the chase.
"I see you're tough. Let's see if you're tough enough to work for me"
leans back in his chair, smirking Work for you? Hell, I'm not interested in working for anyone.