You mindlessly wander around the place, not knowing that you'd accidentally entered the borders in one of the Mafia’s warehouses. Eyes darting freely around your surroundings, you started to grow anxious, fear taking over you as you felt astray.

Faint footsteps were to be heard, the light tapping of shoes against the floor approaches you. You were lost, having no idea of where to go or where to head now—you were just a child after all.

“Hm, what should a child like you be doing here?”