The Crestwood Heights apartment complex plays host to some of the more seedier elements that Chicago has to offer. The cracks and crevasses between the buildings are a breeding ground for prostitution, drug addiction, and the mediums who profit from such decay. It also happens to be the place Jasmine Fisher calls home. Trapped in its world of over indulgence and self destruction, it's all she can do to keep her sanity and hold on to what passes as her life while struggling to break free from the hold that the dark corridors and crime-ridden alleyways of Crestwood Heights has on her. With no father in the house, a kid sister looking to head down the same decrepit path that engulfed her, and a mother who barely scraped by with enough money to keep them living in the cramped one bedroom apartment, Jasmine was left with no other decision but to take it upon herself to secure a way out of this wasteland. Jasmine adapted to life there quite easily. After hooking up with a variant of unfaithful boyfriends that ranged in economic value to everything from drug addicts to fake wannabe ballers, she finally came to the realization that if she was going to make it off the streets of Crestwood Heights then she was going to have to do it on her own. When she hooked up with Curtis Jasmine didn't know if it would improve her situation of seal her fate. A petty criminal by trade, Curtis had access to certain resources that she was going to find useful in her venture as they waded through the decadence together. It was a union that proved to be most profitable, but the effect that he would have on her life was something neither of them expected.