In THO association, there are many gangs who are their alliance, who help them with bounties and whenever they need help.
One of these gangs was the 'Masked Killas' known for their distinctive practice of wearing various types of masks. Some of these masks displayed specific facial expressions, symbolizing the wearer's past experiences, such as aspects of their childhood or background.
But under no circumstances shall one remove their mask infront of anyone. If they do so, their life will be accepted as forfeit and will be killed by the higher-ups of the gang soon.
Ryan Marcoos, A member of the Masked Killas gang. He was recruited by one of the higher-ups of that gang.
Ryan's childhood was a cycle of pain and neglect. Growing up in a broken home, he'd seen things no child should see. At school, he was relentlessly bullied, mocked for his worn clothes and bruised spirit. Every day was a reminder of his powerlessness, and every night, he sank deeper into bitterness and anger.
One cold night, when he was just nine years old, Ryan was wandering the streets, alone and lost. Shivering in the shadows of a dim alley, he was approached by a stranger. The man had a calm yet dangerous air about him.
"I know what you've been through, kid," The stranger said, his voice filled with a dark sympathy. "I know how it feels to be powerless, to be hurt by everyone around you. But it doesn't have to be that way. Join the Masked Killas, and I'll teach you how to turn that pain into strength. Together, we'll make them pay for what they've done to you."
It turns out that the stranger's name was Victor, Who was the leader of the Masked Killas.
For Ryan, the offer was a lifeline. With a burning desire for revenge and a hunger for power, he accepted. Under Victors guidance, Ryan was trained not just to fight but to manipulate, to instill fear, and to master the art of deception. Every lesson Victor taught him was a tool to strike back at the world that had failed him.
As he grew older, Ryan transformed into someone entirely unrecognizable—a young man feared and respected in equal measure in the Masked Killas. He took charge of his own operations, enforcing rules with a ruthlessness that echoed Victor. Those who had once hurt him, those who had once looked down on him, now cowered in his presence.
And because Victor transformed Ryan into something like this, Ryan would always look out for Victor and would always listen to whatever he wants him to do.
Yet, in rare quiet moments, Ryan couldn't shake a strange feeling. Memories of his childhood would resurface, like faint whispers, reminding him of the lonely, scared boy he once was. But he brushed those thoughts aside; he'd come too far to look back. The darkness Victor had led him into was now his only path.
The scared child was gone. Ryan had become someone powerful, someone who took what he wanted, Ryan had become an official member of the Masked Killas. And as he continued on his journey, he knew there was no turning back. He finally got his own mask, with the expression of a sad, depressed cartoon face crying.
It explained exactly how Ryan's childhood was.
And then, the fight of William Wilston and the masked person continued.
"You think you can beat me you dumb child?" The masked person asked, "I suggest you to give the fuck up and die already."
Somehow the masked person who was actually Ryan Marcoos, Did not even give attention to Max, He did not even look at him.
Ryan was winning against William in the fight of rescuing Daniel.
"Oh yeah?" William says while wiping blood from his mouth, "I think you forgot that I've got Daniel, he's gonna beat the FUCK out of you!"
"I see, I think you've gotten something wrong child." Ryan says while putting big tension on William.
"W-What do you mean?" William asks,
"Go on, take off the mask" Ryan commands Daniel out of the blue.
William was shocked to see that it was all the masked person's plan. It was not Daniel who he had rescued, It was a member of the Masked Killas.
"W-What? So it was all your plan?" William asks Ryan,
"Yeah, and this was my plan too!" As Ryan ends that statement, He takes his gun and shoots the girl who had helped Max and William on rescuing Daniel.
*Bang!
The girl screams in pain as the masked person shoots her in the leg.
"No! You fucking asshole!" William immediately runs towards Ryan to fight him, but just as he reached him, the man who had been in Daniel's disguise holds Williams hands tightly,
"You're going down!" Right as that person says that to William, He surprisingly pulls a German Suplex to William causing him to bleed and get injured badly.
The day had turned to evening. Max had been standing pale, William was laying down in the ground defeated by all the beating he got, And the girl who had helped them, Was dead.
Max was scared,
As the sun set and darkness filled the narrow streets, Max carried William's beaten body back to safety, his mind racing. The fight had ended in disaster. Their friend, the girl who'd risked her life to help them, was dead, and William was barely conscious, his face swollen and bruised from the brutal hits he'd taken. Max's heart was pounding with anger and frustration—they'd walked right into the Masked Killas' trap.
They had seriously underestimated the gang, especially that masked guy with the sad cartoon face, Ryan. The ambush had been planned perfectly, with every move leading them exactly where the gang wanted. Max clenched his fists, promising himself he'd make them pay for what they did.
Over the next few days, as William lay in bed recovering, Max's anger only grew. He knew he had to figure out a way to get inside the gang, to learn their weaknesses and take them down from the inside. The Masked Killas had a strict code, though, where each mask represented the past of the person who wore it. But Max was determined—he was going to break that code if it meant getting justice for his fallen friend.
Meanwhile, deep in the Masked Killas' hideout, Ryan Marcoos sat alone, replaying the events in his mind. He'd won, but it didn't feel as satisfying as it should have. For a second, he almost felt...something. A flicker of guilt, maybe. His mind flashed back to his own past, to the painful memories of his childhood. But he shook it off. He couldn't afford to let old memories make him weak now.
Victor, his mentor, who had turned Ryan into the man he was today, approached him. "You did well, Ryan," he said with a cold smile. "But don't forget—there's no room for hesitation. We show no mercy."
Ryan nodded, though he couldn't fully silence the whisper of doubt inside him. Still, he buried it and put his focus back on the mission. He was part of the Masked Killas, and that left no room for second thoughts.
Back in their hideout, Max was already planning their next move. He knew they needed more information about the Masked Killas and, most importantly, about Ryan. To beat him, Max figured he'd need to find out what was behind Ryan's mask—what story it hid and what might make him vulnerable.
As night fell, Max made a promise to himself. This time, he would come prepared, and he would make sure the Masked Killas paid for what they'd done. He was going to find a way to bring down Ryan and the rest of them, no matter the cost.
Days had passed since Max and William's devastating encounter with the Masked Killas. The bruises on William's face were fading, but the defeat still stung deeply. Max was haunted by the memory of their fallen friend, and a burning desire for revenge took root in his heart. He knew that they couldn't take on the Masked Killas alone—not without a plan.
One evening, as the two sat in the dimly lit room they called their base, Max finally spoke up. "We need to hit them where it hurts," he said, his voice filled with determination. "But first, we need to learn more about their operations. They're too organized; someone has to be pulling the strings."
William nodded, a spark of anger in his eyes. "You're talking about getting close to them, aren't you?"
Max grinned, his mind already piecing together the idea. "Exactly. If we can find a way into their ranks, maybe we can get to that masked person again and that Daniel's disguise. They're the ones who set the trap for us."
The thought of going undercover in such a dangerous gang sent a chill down William's spine, but he didn't let it show. "If we're doing this, we have to be smart about it. One slip-up, and we're dead."
Max nodded, but the fire in his eyes didn't waver.
"And what about the real Daniel? Do you have any idea where he could be?" William asks Max,
"I don't know, but I do have an idea." Max replies, "There are many gangs who are ally'd with THO. One of them was the Masked Killas, And there are many many more gangs which are ally'd with them, Im guessing that they've kept Daniel in one of those gangs."
William and Max had a talk about it and soon ended their conversation.
They spent the next few days gathering what little information they could about the Masked Killas. Max learned about their recruitment methods—how they looked for people with troubled pasts, those who'd lost hope in the world. They preyed on the broken and angry, offering them a new purpose.
After a week of careful planning, Max decided it was time to take the risk. He approached a shady contact who worked with the Masked Killas. With some convincing and a bit of acting, Max managed to get an "audition"—a chance to prove himself worthy of joining the gang.
On the night of his test, Max arrived at an old warehouse, where a few members of the Masked Killas waited, including Ryan himself. He watched Max with an emotionless gaze, his mask's sad, cartoon face looking eerie in the shadows.
"Show me what you've got," Ryan said coldly, tossing Max a baseball bat. A metal pipe lay on the ground nearby.
Max gripped the bat tightly, ready for whatever came next. He knew he couldn't hold back; he had to act like one of them. When a gang member charged at him, Max swung with calculated force, sending the guy sprawling. The others nodded in approval as Max handled himself with a mix of precision and aggression.
Ryan watched him with slight interest. "Not bad," he muttered. "You've got spirit. But that's not enough."
He stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he looked Max over. "The real question is—how far are you willing to go? Can you do what's necessary?"
Max swallowed hard, hiding his nerves. "I'll do whatever it takes," he said, his voice steady.
Ryan nodded, as if satisfied with the answer. "Alright. You're in. But remember—once you're a Masked Killa, there's no going back. Break our code, and you'll pay with your life."
Max nodded, understanding the weight of those words. As he walked away that night, he felt a mix of fear and excitement. He was now on the inside of the Masked Killas, with a chance to gather information and, hopefully, find a way to bring them down. But he knew he had to be careful—one wrong move, and he'd end up like the friend they'd lost.
Back in their hideout, Max shared the news with William. "It worked. I'm in."
William's face showed a mix of relief and worry. "Good. But be careful, Max. These guys are ruthless, Especially that masked person with the sad face, He even defeated me."
Max nodded, fully aware of the danger ahead. "I know. But I have to do this. For us, and for everyone they've hurt."
With that, their plan was in motion. Max was now a part of the Masked Killas, but his true loyalty remained with William and the promise of justice. He'd get close to Ryan, learn his secrets, and, one way or another, find a way to bring him down. The real fight was only beginning.