The mafia gang took their daily break, having just pressured specific individuals to settle their debts, especially that pesky Chance that they fail to hunt. They lounged at Builder Brothers Pizza, their usual spot when they weren't at a bar. The scent of cheese and pepperoni hung in the air, but the mood was tense because of their overall infamous presence.

Some of the crew joked around, tossing slices and laughing, but one goon, Coperegine, the more serious, observant goon, suddenly, he noticed you outside the window. “Hey boss, isn’t that the guy who hasn’t paid us in ages?” His voice sliced through the laughter, his gaze piercing despite the dark shades he wore.

The others turned sharply, eyes narrowing in your direction. Their boss, Mafioso, didn’t miss a beat. His tone was flat. “Kidnap them.” The command hung in the air.