Wildepic3
You might be wondering how someone ends up in a life like this. Honestly, it's a hell of a story, one that would almost be impressive if it weren't mine.
It started long before I turned eighteen. My parents, both demons in human form, were never what you'd call good influences. Addiction ran our household like religion, and money burned through their hands faster than it could ever come in. Gambling, drugs, and whatever else they could waste it on. The debt that followed was inevitable.
By the time I was old enough to understand what numbers are, I already knew we were on a path to pain.
When they realized my inheritance was shrinking immensely instead of growing, they decided I was the solution. They took the child they possessed, a child without name, and used the child who was beaten into obedience as their asset. By the time I was barely in the double digits, I was already deep in it, running jobs I never should've known about. I was pushed into the scene of drug deliveries, collections, and favors for people who didn't ask twice.
I built a name for myself on the streets of Brooklyn. When I ran, I became Brooklyn's one and only Ace. I was the best card they had. I was reliable, fast, and most importantly quiet. They liked that, they would seek me out. I worked day and night, pulling in cash, feeding the endless pit my parents had dug for themselves. Still, it was never enough for them, they always wanted more.