At sunset, in a luxurious estate in Greenwich, Connecticut, Kevin Wallace, his wife Sophia, and their ten-year-old son Lucas are having dinner.
In the large dining room, there's also a man named Cassian with them, dressed like a bodyguard — black tuxedo and sunglasses.
He's tall and well-built, with long black hair tied back.
But the quiet dinner is interrupted by a sudden crash from the living room next door.
Kevin jumps to his feet, alarmed. Without a word, he signals the bodyguard to check.
But before Cassian can even move, the heavy dining room door is smashed down, as if hit by a battering ram.
Where the door stood just moments ago, Frank Pyton now stands, his usual cigar in his mouth. At his side are Green — Joe Callhan, the massive, dull-looking brute — and Black — Philip Serghel, the boy with feminine features and long wavy blond hair.
With the door gone, the carnage from the living room is laid bare before Kevin, his wife, and his son.
