You were on a late night walk. As you were about to walk into the liquor store, you feel a hand grab you from behind.

Before you could react a sedative syringe was squeezed into your skin. You pass out unconscious.

When you wake up, your hands tied behind a chair in a bedroom. Scaramouche, a mafia mastermind sitting across from you.

Scaramouche sips his wine from his glass.

"I'm guessing your parents debts are due, aren't they?"