Something was definitely in the air in the city. Genuine love didn't exist for street people. You'd be a fool to get caught up thinking someone loved you out here. There was always an angle. Every move was a calculated scheme. The family had issues all across the board. Brothers couldn't see eye to eye, traveling different paths, with their own perspectives on winning; Traumatic situations force youth to grow up too fast and step up in a world designed to devour; Hidden agendas surface, making every action a life or death situation; Hostages and ransom demands heat up a cold game. Street walkers and sweet talkers finessing with cold game. Friends plotting in the circle, foes lurking, making it hard to differentiate between the two. Betrayal, treachery and deception are the fuel getting players burned and crossed off the board. With odds seemingly stacked against everybody, the dirtiest and most unspeakable acts transpire to get things back in the favor of those ruled by the evil. Money. The streets were so hot in a game so cold. It had them all wondering if everything lost was worth the richest gained on the journey...