Let's take a trip down memory lane before turning to the notorious... Winston Wright. Who is he, exactly? As his narrative goes back in time.

  A teenage Winston Wright sat on the floor in a small, run-down flat, surrounded by the whispered conversations of obscure characters. Cigar smoke and the weight of whispered secrets hung heavy in the air. Winston's foray into the realm of crime started here, in the middle of the mystery and despair.

  In a family with a long history of being involved with the criminal underworld, Winston was born in 1952. He was exposed to the sights and sounds of the illegal commerce that grew in the city's underbelly from an early age. He noticed as his father and uncles addressed private matters in front of closed doors, their words covered in secret and their deeds shrouded in mystery.

  October 1st, 1961

  Winston was a little boy when the harsh realities of the world around him started annihilating his innocence. He saw his family's ascent to popularity and the way their influence spread across the criminal beneath the surface like a disease. It was obvious that his fate had been chosen before he was even aware of what it meant. He was to undergo training to take over the criminal enterprise that generations had systematically established before him.

  To put it bluntly, his schooling was unorthodox. He didn't go to school like other kids; instead, he learned in the backs of speakeasies and hidden gambling dens. His family's friends taught him important lessons about power, deception, and devotion that he then incorporated into his young mind as a blueprint for his future.

  Winston was approached by a guy with a beaten-up appearance and a cold glimmer in his eyes. The guy continued in a low, gravelly voice, "You're a part of this family. "You're destined for greater things than you can now fathom. However, there is a cost.

  Winston's look was one of curiosity and apprehension as he met the man's eyes. His voice had a tinge of hesitation as he inquired, "What price?"

  The guy said with a tone that belied his professional background, "The cost of power and influence. "You see, to achieve what you want in this world, you have to learn to control people around you and grab what you desire. That calls for giving everything up.

  Taken in those words, Winston pushed himself for the years from starting from errands, debt collecting and enforcer until more years later he had reached the top of the hierarchy. It took more than five years to get to this level. Ironically it was something like a big accomplishment to Winston. But at the price of being a ruthless, conniving inhumane monster.

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  But in his ruthless nature, his life would take an alternative route.

  January 14th, 1975

  Finding a lady who would alter the trajectory of Winston's life put them in contact with one another. Brook was her name, and she had been blessed with a compassionate spirit that stood in sharp contrast to the one he was used to. Conversations between them sounded like snatched moments of comfort because of their unexpected and deep connection.

  Her face was softly sophisticated thanks to the waterfall of chestnut waves in her hair. Eleanor rarely smiled, but when she did, it shone with a real warmth that could illuminate even the deepest crevices.

  Every day they would talk to each other whenever Winston had the time.

  Brook said, "You look distinguished from the others in this world."

  I guess that's because I've lived through sufficient darkness to recognise the light when it does emerge, Winston.

  Winston for the first time considered giving up the life of crime as their love grew in the shadows.

  Brook: "Winston, we may have a life other than this. a way of life where we're not always watching our backs.

  Winston was feeling something for the first time…. love. Their love was growing every single day to the point that Winston would propose to Brook just a year later.

  December 25th, 1976

  When the mother of his kid had a newborn boy, things were looking up for the Wright family. Everyone had a good day, but Winston showed a new side of himself because it was the first time he could be perceived as a regular person.

  Winston was now beginning to question if he ought to abandon this life behind at this point.

  August 27th, 1977

  One glimmer of light appeared in Winston's life with the birth of their son. As he held the innocent life in his arms, he had an overwhelming feeling of responsibility and a sense of duty. Winston was able to see a world without crime and violence for the first time. He recognised an opportunity to end the pattern and provide his child with a life that was different from his own.

  But first, before he got to make a choice about it, he was about to get a harsh awakening from other rival criminal organisations.

  August 28th

  Tragedy struck with brutal precision one tragic night. When Winston arrived home, his luxurious mansion was in flames and the orange glow was throwing dusty shadows on the walls. Smoke filled the atmosphere, and the foul stench of devastation hung thick.

  Winston pushed into the flames, searching for Brook and their kid while his pulse raced in fear. He was confronted with a scene of unspeakable destruction: his wife and kid were dead, having been killed in a horrific attack carried out by opposing organisations.

  This event was the trigger for him losing all sight of himself, It wouldn’t just be his wife and child dead but what hurt him even more was everyone close to him his father, mother, uncles, aunts and grandmothers were all gone but him.

  It was the last draw for him there was no going back.

  June 4th, 1978

  A year passed by again as Winston moved from the past. Scrolling in the rainy streets of Havel City with his guards, he stopped by a museum where he was looking at different artefacts. But he saw something that had his interest.

  “What is this wooden mask?” he said

  A shiver swept down Winston's spine as he stared at the mask. It had the air of having watched many tales of evil and retribution as if it were carrying the weight of every buried truth in the world. The mask's features were cast in disquieting darkness by the museum's low lighting, giving it an uncanny element.

  The discovery of this artefact will soon lead to dark events.