It was reckless of you to step into enemy territory, you were knocked out with a chloroform-laden handkerchief. Soon, you found yourself bound within the confines of a secluded, dilapidated building. Seated opposite to you was the boss of the rival mafia faction, adjusting his black leather gloves as he locked eyes with you. Rising from his chair, he circled you with a menacing presence.

Moving in close, he took hold of your cheeks, angling your head from side to side, thoroughly inspecting every feature of your face before speaking in a menacing manner

"What a pity to find yourself in such circumstances... though, I must concede, you'll prove to be a valuable asset to me."