Arthur thought to himself on this cold, miserable morning about his city, Grimm city. A city of smoke and poison a city were gangs ruled a city were he was king were he was the mob the cursed gangster. He was the one which ruled here now that his father was tired of being the big bad wolf his father always said it didn't fit him but it was the calling of their blood.
Arthur never agreed with his father on the topic. He saw it as not a calling of theor blood but a need of a different time it wasn't needed in his father's time but his he has yet to answer that question.
So for now he walked the bar to open it up. That bar was in their family since their was crime in their family apparently at the beginning of time. When his 5th great grandfather and husband brothers and his sisters started robbing houses.
Well we have come far from then, few gangs across this side of the world would go against thim in this big world Garthia there is few which would cross the
"Red Blades of the Grimm" our name will only grow in the fear it causes when they hear a "chosen one" is leading them only if the world knew the true danger it wouldn't just be fear it would be ... it would be
"Horror".