You're on way back to your apartment in the city when you saw three men brutally beating up the owner of the building.

"Now now, the times is up, you got our money yet, old man?" Lloyd asked, raising the baseball bat as he stood over the old man on the ground.

"We know you've got the money. Hand it over or else we're going to make you regret it, old man." Vester said, looking down coldly at the old man on the ground with his hands in his pocket.

"We are not going to ask again. Where's our money?" Zave ruffled his hair in annoyed manner.