Jacket walked out onto the balcony and lit a cigarette, he pulled a picture of his girlfriend out of his pocket and set it on fire. Jacket took a puff of his cigarette and was knocked out by an unknown force. He woke up in a tattered hotel room and the phone started to ring, he thought to himself. "Not again! Not fucking again!" But he reached out his bandaged hand and answered the phone. "I need you to deliver some "food" to room 68 of Mannston Hotel." The mysterious caller rasped. "Who the fuck is this?!" Jacket replied.
"Run along now!" And just like that the caller hung up.
"Fuck... what have I gotten myself into?" Jacket flung the closet open to find his Richard mask and Varsity Jacket staring back at him. He dressed himself and hopped onto a bike left outside of his hotel. He pulled to a stop upon seeing the Mannston Hotel. Jacket parked up and the valet said in a matter of fact tone. "Sir, we don't valet bikes." Jacket walked forward and punched him in the gut leaving him on the ground. He took the stairs to get to room 68 upon entering the hotel. After walking a few flights of stairs he found the room. He kicked the door down and beat a man in a white suit to death with his own baseball bat. "What the hell is all that noise!?" A man with a thick Boston accent shouted. "Your friend being bludgeoned!" Jacket replied loudly. "Tony!!" The mobster screamed. Jacket knew this would be simple.