My brother, Jonathan, and I were walking down the busy streets in downtown Los Santos. Cars flew past us and the jumbled noise of cars and pedestrians roared. Every time a speeding car passed us, which was often, my medium-long, dark purple hair blew behind me. Jonathan's short brown hair was not affected by the speeding cars. Lucky.

Jon and I look kind of similar. Bright blue eyes and tan skin. He has much bigger eyes than me. He has a sharper jaw line than me. He was skinny, but strong. Over all, he was really sexy. Kind of like those guys in perfume and colone advertisements. If my hair was still brown, we would definitely considered siblings, but my purple hair threw it all off. We wouldn't be related in any way if you're talking about looks now.

"Nyx, do you remember when we were kids and used to guess the color of the next car that was gonna come down the road?" Jonathan asks, taking a sip of the coffee he was holding.

"Yeah! I beat your ass at that game every time!" I laughed, remembering our childhood games. We can't do things like that anymore sadly. To the public eye, I remix music for the radio stations and edit some artist's songs sometimes since I'm good with computers. But to gangs all over Los Santos and beyond, I'm known to hold information on everything, everywhere, and everybody, and I uphold my title pretty well. They know me as Dusk, since I only do business from dusk to dawn. Of course, I don't give away free information, it all comes with a price.

Jonathan is in the most known, but least known about, gang in the city. He says he is practially the co-leader. He does the "hacking and shooting" as he says. He keeps trying to convince me to join them so he doesn't have to keep my existence away from them.

You see, Jonathan tells me about a lot of things they do. Clearly, no one outside their gang is supposed to know. That includes me, even though I find out quickly by myself. If the others in the gang find about all my knowledge of their activities and whereabouts, they will be really pissed at Jonathan. He actually sneaks out or lies about where he us going to see me.

"We could hang out way more often if you join the gang!" he hints as his bright blue eyes light up.

"But there are only guys there. And guys are gross!" I playfully tease.

"Nyx, you should join! You would love it! Plus, I wouldn't have to sneak out to see you," he says, waving his cup around while talking.

"Jonathan, I'm just don't think I'll be welcome. If I would join, I wouldn't be there as your sister, I would be another member there to work," I state.

"We aren't just a group of trained people to make money! We are like a family! We live together. They aren't just my co-workers, they are my brothers!" Jonathan persuades, "You are already really trained. I know you keep your pistol with you at all times. It is like you were made to be in a gang!"

"I'll think about it, Jon. It isn't that I don't want to be with you often, I just... I don't know whether it is for the best. It would be terrible to loose you and anyone else i meet if I even get in. You know that is one reason why I like to work alone," I point out.

"Fine. I need to go. The others might be wondering where I am. Stay safe Nyx. I know you like to work solo, but I'm here and you can always join the gang," he says before giving me a quick hug, waving and turning around to go where he parked his baby blue car.

"Bye Jon! You stay safe, too!" I yell before he closes the door to his car. I knew once he stepped into his car that he put his hockey mask on. He says that he doesn't usually take it off in front of the gang since he has a long scar from his eyebrow to his chin on the right side if his face. He got it when we left our mean aunt and uncle's house. We were on our own for four years until we met Luke. Then, just a few years later and a year before we decided to stay in Los Santos, he died in a horrible way. We don't talk about how he died. It brings back bad memories.

I started to walk back to my black car once Jon was out if sight, but before I could reach it, a man in all black pulled me into the nearest alley. I didn't struggle to get out. I waited for the perfect moment.

"You will tell us all you know about the Masked," the man says. Before he could continue, I kicked him in the stomach and pushed him to the ground. I heard fast footsteps towards us. Before I could do anything, I felt a sharp pain on the side of my head. The next thing I saw was darkness.