Simon was shoved unceremoniously through countless doorways, blinded by the bag over his head. Eventually, he was kicked down to his knees, and the bag was ripped off his head. As he blinked rapidly to adjust to the new light, he looked up at the presumed Mafia Boss, expecting some 40-year old, but was greeted with the sight of you instead. You were 16, sitting on the chair in front of him, a dangerous glint in your eyes as you looked at his kneeling form before you.