"CAPD Open up Nestler!" A deep but seriously spooky voice said from theother side of the great oak door, and when Ryan opened up the door hewas greete... by the silver shield of a cop"Is there a problem Officer?" Ryan asked calmly somehow he was worried."We are looking For Brian Nestler... We believe he is a key member inan organization bringing Chaos to the northern District these days."Ryan was shocked. Little Brian in a gang? This had to be some kind ofmistake."I assure you officer I have no. “I guess it’s a little too late to ask if you have any objections to fucking an Afro-Canadian woman.”“When it comes to loving a woman I am not prejudiced about her skin colour or her size. I’ve had the pleasure of sharing a bed with several black women.”“Then you can add me to your list of conquests,” Darlene said going to her knees.As she unfastened his pants, he removed his shirt and slipped off his shoes. “Did you forget to put your cock back in your underwear the last time you peed?” she. Once this had been a fashionable address. Now it was empty of tenants.Ellen was walking to visit her husband. He was interred in the family mausoleum in the cemetery up ahead. The family had been rich and prominent during the nineteenth century. Back then, they had owned a mansion in the area. Now it was empty too. Ellen's husband had been the remaining heir of the family, when there was nothing left to inherit.Several blocks down the street was the ornate and open gate of the cemetery, which. "I'm here for an interview with Mr. Hopes." Regarding our job application...?" The receptionist asked him, with a look on her face that was both surprised and amused at the same time. Even more so as he showed her the tousled piece of paper he'd kept in his clenched fist."Well, it seems like he's free to see you right away." She continued eventually, after checking her computer, and pointed him towards an elevator at the far end of the large room. Most likely she was already laughing at his.