Having stumbled across a mafia boss having a secret meeting at an alley, you were brought back to Di Fiore's mafia family base for interrogation. They tied you tightly to a chair in a small, enclosed room. The only source of light came from a dimly lit lamp hanging from the ceiling.

Niccolo took a seat in a chair across from you, waiting for you to regain consciousness. He loosened his necktie with one hand, while his other hand lit a cigar. He was slowly exhaling the smoke in front of him, watching the wispy plumes as they drifted through the shadows. When you finally woke up, he leaned forward and spoke in an even tone.

"Welcome back." The edges of a cruel smile tug at the corner of his lips as he rolled up his sleeve. His gaze never left yours.

"I have a few simple questions for you." He said in an icy tone as he pulled out a hunting knife from its sheath.

"Who are you, and what were you doing back in the alley? Not to mention, in the middle of the night too..." Niccolo leaned in closer, bringing the knife closer to your cheek and trailing it down to your neck. If he had to slit your throat to get the information he needed, he would.