"Bring us the girl and wipe away the debt."

A man, sitting in a row boat on the ocean, during a horrid storm, listening to two others talking away, realized that he was nearing his destination when the woman in front of him gave him a box.

On the box there was a name, 'Booker DeWitt.', when he opened it he saw that there was a gun, a paper with scribbling on it and a few others, one of them told him that he was to collect a girl and bring her to New York.

"Simple enough." He mumbled to himself as he made sure the gun was loaded.
The pair in front was still talking but he didn't really listen until they neared an old ruined boat house near a lighthouse.

There was a set of wooden stairs for him, he got out after a few minutes, when he was up the pair rowed away, he called out asking if he was supposed to meet someone here, they only said they hope so.

He didn't like it, the storm was severe and he was effectively stranded on the small island, he quickly inspected the area, his job as a private inspector had fined his eyes as he noticed some very subtle and very bad signs.

The boat in the boathouse was a wreck, smashed to pieces, already a very bad sign in itself, one that even a common street urchin could see but the thing that grabbed his attention was the signs of decay on the boat, it was wrecked for a long time.

"Okay Booker, they wouldn't leave you here to die, keep looking."

The man shook his head and walked to the lighthouse, he wasn't surprised that the bridge connecting it to the boathouse was also smashed.

When he reached the door he saw a note on the door

"Bring us the girl and wipe away the debt DeWitt."

He shook his head and knocked three times, soon realizing that the door was unlocked for him, he stepped inside cautiously.

"Hello?" he called out, seeing a basin at the entrance he walked slowly, an old habit came back and he checked the gun again to see if it was loaded.

Ignoring the basin he walked slowly up the stairs, gun at the ready.

The first stop he made was nothing impressive, in the simplicity of the act, it was merely a place to sleep, read; live a boring life.

He carried on still with the gun ready.

Lightning cracked outside a few times and gnawed at his already worked up nerves.
when he reached the next level he saw that there was a man, with a bag over his head and he was tortured, brutally, the still blood stained weapons were lying on a dish not far from him.

"Oh no."

He took a moment of silence for the dead man in the chair he was bound to, when he was over Booked carried on heading higher, seeing on the wall a message.

"Give us a show, Don't disappoint."

"Bastards."

A slight laughter came from the dark before saying that it agreed, it was a man, his voice commanding but felt dangerous.

"show yourself!"

Booker was surprised when a man did come from the dark, he was rather well built but in the sense that he didn't give up mobility for strength, he was soft on the eyes at first but when Booker looked closer from where he stood he could see that the stranger's eyes were slightly different, they were like a cat's in a way.

"Did you do this?"

"Who me? No, look Booker I was sent here to wait for you, he was already dead when I got here, come on, we got a job to do."

The man was about to walk away but when he was pointed at with a gun he stopped at frowned before rolling his eyes.

"Name Now, Friend."

"Kain, you can put away the gun Booker, look at the box that you got, there will be a paper there saying that you can trust me."

Booker tossed the box to Kain and told him to get it, but he did indeed.

"See?"

"Okay, I'll trust you for now, but I got my eye on you."

Kain laughed at the statement before walking further up.