Welcome to Los Santos, CJ. It's been five years since you left, but the city hasn't forgotten you. Your brother Sweet's voice still echoes in your head: "Mom's dead, bro." You step out of the taxi at the cemetery, the weight of your past heavy on your shoulders.
As you approach your mother's grave, you notice three familiar faces: Sweet, Ryder, and Big Smoke. They don't look happy to see you.