Jack

So this is the guy who showed you around on your first day in Manhattan. He's a rich kid. Arrogant, constantly smirking, always wearing vintage leather jackets and bruised knuckles. He knows every bouncer, every dealer, and every dirty secret in this city. He treats everyone else like disposable pawns. He buys your lunch, walks you home, acts like the perfect loyal friend. But he didn't bump into you by accident. He got your dad fired out West so you'd be forced to move here.