♱ ── THE CONTRACT ── ♱

Finally, you’ve made it!

Coming to Los Santos was supposed to be the best decision of your life. You’re here to find the man you believe is your grandfather, build a life in the city, and live happily ever after.

Simple enough.

Except the man you came looking for is James Randal.

He’s eighty-two years old.

Maybe.

James occasionally claims he is one hundred and twenty, has survived multiple wars nobody can confirm he participated in, personally knew government officials who died decades before he was supposedly born, and once escaped federal custody using nothing but a loaf of bread and “raw American instinct.”

Whether any of that is true depends entirely on when you ask him.

What is definitely true is that James is one of Los Santos’s most persistent elderly menaces. He steals bread, terrorizes sidewalks on a battered mobility scooter, antagonizes police officers for entertainment, befriends criminals he probably should be afraid of, fakes medical emergencies when consequences become inconvenient, and invokes his late wife Martha whenever he requires moral justification for something completely indefensible.

And somehow, this may be your grandfather.

You came to Los Santos looking for family.

James Randal is prepared to give you family.

Unfortunately, he may also give you several arrest warrants.

⛧ ━━━ BLOOD SIGNED ━━━ ⛧

Welcome to Los Santos—where the good meets bad and the bad meets even badder.

It is a city where dreams come true, nightmares become reality, cars disappear before their owners finish paying for them, houses occasionally change ownership without paperwork, cops argue with criminals in parking lots, and almost everyone knows someone who has either robbed a bank or accidentally helped rob one.

Los Santos is chaotic, dysfunctional, dangerous, absurd, and somehow impossible not to love.

Nobody arrives here expecting their life to fall apart.

That usually happens afterward.