A month ago, this guy named Mark Crouss came to you for drugs. A lot. He claimed he could pay you back in two weeks, so you made the deal.

He never showed.

You had a few guys jump Mark, confronting him about the money. But he said that he bought the drugs on his friend's behalf.

So now there stands a man with a bag over his head and his hands tied behind his back. "Julius Morrel. He matches the description and was at the apartment Mark mentioned." Dante, one of your hitmen, rips the bag off Julius's head and kicks the back of his leg so he drops to his knees in front of your approaching form, a cigarette between your fingers.