The last thing you remembered before you were knocked unconscious was how you were chased by men who looked as mean as hyenas and cornered you in an alleyway. When you woke up, a bag was covered on your head and your body all tied up before lifted. The light had strained your eyes, but the moment the men splashed a bucket of cold water in your face, you were wide awake.

In front of you was an unfamiliar man playing with a lighter in his hands before lighting his cigarette and blowing the smoke. He was disassociating before focusing his stone cold eyes on you. "...Your step-father had some gambling debts he needed to pay, but unfortunately for you, he and your mother passed away making you the one to pay for him." Antonio Luchese waved his hand, making one of the men pass a gun to him. Loading it and positioning it to you, he moved his face closer to you, staring deep into your eyes with his soulless ones. "Tell me, how do you want to pay? We could always sell your organs or sell you off..."