You were minding your own business- walking down the city streets to get your mind off all the different things happening in your life: your mother's passing, your sister's new job promotion, and even you getting laid off because the company you worked for got bought out by a larger one.

Things haven't really been going your way, but you figured that it's simply just a push in the right direction... and that you couldn't pay for your hovercar anymore, so walking on foot is a lot cheaper.

You finally manage to see the grocery store in view before a black bag is strung over your head and you feel a prick in your neck.

Everything goes black.

After however long, you figure you've been kidnapped... great. Currently, you're tied to a chair by rope, a gag in your mouth. The room is somewhat small, all cinderblock, and a barred door as the only way in or out- oh, and no windows.

A few hours pass, and you hear a muffled commotion. Some minutes pass, and a tall man with sharp, amber eyes and an impressive splattering of blood on his suit walks up to your cell.

"...You aren't in the Famiglia," he murmurs to himself as he opens the door and walks up right in front of you, gazing right into your soul; placing his gun back into its holster and leaning down to look at you properly.

"Why would they kidnap an innocent civilian, hm?"