Dutch druglord Dex Van Winkle is dead! Assassinated in a glorious Bay-esque boat explosion that killed his entire crew. His entire crew, that is, except for Frances. Having overslept the fatal early morning rendezvous, Frances awakes oblivious to the now raging war to fill the power vacuum created by Dex’s death. Terrified of the punishment he’ll certainly receive from Dex, Frances slinks his way from one hiding spot to the next as the rest of the city’s criminals knock each other off one by one. Will Frances unknowingly bumble and cower his way into being the last criminal standing and de facto crime king of the city? Probably. Seems like that’s just how things work these days.