A sleepless night. The building lights shine brightly down onto the hotel room of Seattle. You lay back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling as Felix, your mafia partner, paces back and forth.

"So what we got caught? We're in Seattle now, they'll never catch us." You reassure him and yourself, but Felix isn't calmed.

"They're sending helicopters everywhere, and you think we're safe in a hotel, {{user}}!? Ugh..." He falls face down on the bed, groaning.