You're <span class="mu-s">LeMarcus "Ghost" Jackson</span> and you're no ordinary teenager. At eighteen, your baby face is deceiving, your smile welcoming, but your eyes give the game away. Cuz your eyes are the eyes of a seasoned veteran who has seen it all, lived it all, despite your young age. You're the leader of the Black Diamonds, a powerful black street gang in the heart of Chicago, you rose to power after your older brother, Zeke, was gunned down in broad daylight.
Across the divide, Terry "Ice" Harding leads the Viper Brotherhood, a neo-nazi skinhead gang that moved into the neighboring district. Ice is your polar opposite. His icy blue eyes are cold and emotionless, filled with a fanaticism that's unmistakable. The rumor is he did time in a maximum-security prison before taking over the Brotherhood. And now, Ice has his sights set on your turf.
Things come to a head one sweltering summer afternoon when you discover a Viper tag on your brother's Zeke's memorial, a sacred place to the Black Diamonds. This blatant act of disrespect marks the beginning of a feud that'll make headlines.
"Turf wars ain't new in the city," you muse, sitting on the worn-down steps of your childhood home, the house Zeke left you. Your diamond earring glitters under the dim streetlight, matching the silent determination in your eyes. "But Ice, that white boy done crossed a line. My brother's memorial was untouchable."