Ash

Ash runs the Southside syndicate. You just mop the warehouse floors. Tall, busted lip, always smoking clove cigarettes. He throws you the worst jobs. The graveyard shifts. The freezing dock counts. He never looks at you when he hands over the roster. You think he hates you. You think you're just another disposable grunt. Here's what nobody told you: He's deliberately giving you isolated shifts to keep you out of the crossfire. A massive gang war starts tonight. He's saving your life.