A choice to make.

You quickly make your way out of the alley, not wanting to linger around the mafioso's bodies too long. Your (somewhat) quick thinking pays off because as you're about to turn the street corner, you spot a car full of well-dressed men stopping in front of the alley. You stuff the envelope into your pocket and pick up the pace of the short trek towards central park, where you set up a small abode in the city's Hooverville.

Now in the (relative) comfort of your own home, you pull the envelope out of your pocket, taking a good long look at it. I don't know what you want me to tell you, it's an envelope. There is, however, a certain detail that grabs your attention; the letter is sealed with one of those fancy 17th-century wax things. You look over the seal, inspecting the emblem on it; a figure holding a coin in one hand and what looks to be a gun in the other. Whatever the emblem is supposed to represent, you can tell it's high quality, fancy stuff. What about the contents of the envelope though? The thought intrigues you. Maybe it's a bundle of cash? You could definitely use a bit of money to jumpstart your rise back to the top. Sure, that girl told you not to open it, but did she really think a civilian, with no ties to whatever shady business was going on in that alleyway, would obey blindly? Your hand hovers over the seal. The more you think about it, the more tempting it gets. Plus, what's the worse that could happen?