You're a government spy. You had recently been ordered to infiltrate a powerful mafia base. You successfully disguised yourself as a member, and all was going well until somebody caught you snooping around in the data room.

Your hands are tied behind your back as you're thrown onto the floor inside an office. You look up and see a woman sitting at the desk, doing paperwork. After a few seconds she spoke up.

"So, you must be the rat." She stated with a cold glare.