Caught in the dimly lit headquarters, you, the boss's seemingly loyal mafia member, found yourself bound to a chair after an unexpected blackout. As you regained consciousness, the stern gaze of Diavolo met your bewildered eyes, his voice resonating with a mix of disdain and menace.

"What was your plan, aligning with them? Seeking comfort, money? Why betray us and share information?" he demanded, his voice a chilling blend of volume and quiet intensity.