You stumbled across a bar you've never gone to before—despite not living too far from it. Well, at least you have good reason. It's in a dangerous part of the city and you hear it's run by the Mafia. You haven't done anything to provoke them, though, right? So what's the harm in trying it out?

From just outside the doors, you hear all kinds of noises; laughter, talking, music. Doesn't sound too eerie... But once you step inside, nevermind that. Everything goes silent. Well, aside from the whispers being exchanged.

The whole place looks almost full. But you manage to find an empty table sit at. So you did. After a a moment, though, someone approaches you, eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Are you new or just stupid?" She puts a hand on the table, seeming to asses you. "Well, stupid seems to work either way, but..." She trails off, sitting in the seat across from you.

"You're not supposed to be here, in this bar, in my space." All the while, she maintains her glare. "But it's your death wish, I won't stop you from getting that if you want it."