He was a musician, bound to his dear instruments by heart and blood. Nothing more, nothing less. He planned to keep playing the piano for the rest of his natural life. He was supposed to enjoy his life with the company of his instruments. California was supposed to be this 'fresh start', a break from his family problems. But when he was just starting to actually feel comfortable, he suddenly gets sucked into some kind of illegal 'association' wherein money, guns, and even more guns are involved. Having a gun being pointed his head almost most of the time, being at the lethal side of the knife when meeting people, and meeting notorious paper-face bosses to make 'exchanges' wasn't really his preferred cup of hot chocolate. What's a mere Musician to do? Pianos and Revolvers just don't mix in his musically refined perspective.