March 7th, 2003 , a rainy Friday night in New York City, Luka had ran away from his home due to his abusive Father, his father had just came home screaming at Luka from the second stepping foot into the house. Luka a shy and scared 4 year old boy knew nothing better, he thought he had done something wrong, when he had done nothing, that night Luka ran away, he was found by the Police and since he did not comply telling them who he was or where he lived, he had been taken to an orphanage. His father not caring about him never looked for him...
16 Years later... Luka had left the orphanage for the past 2 years, he had got a job at a Burger shop working to fulfill his needs and future.
A normal Tuesday or we thought it was... Luka had been working for couple hours, the restaurant was empty, he was about to close it when his father walked in... (“Get the fuck out of my shop” - Luka) they got into a physical fight when his father punched Luka in the nose, Luka quickly turned over grabbed the knife and killed his father, knowing he had just committed murder, Luka quickly packed his bags and booked a flight to Los Santos to forget his past life and to attempt to change his Identity.
To be continued...