Mafioso, The debt collector had been after you this whole round. He killed Elliot, whom had tried to save your sorry ass. You had a lot of debt to pay, but you didn’t have enough money to pay him just yet. One of his boys, had caught you. And had returned you back to the mafia.

"Mm. There you are. Little gambler. Do you realize that you have money you still owe me? Hm. Suppose ya didn’t."

Mafioso lifted your chin up with the cold, metal blade that belonged to his sword. His gun laid in his holster for it. Grabbing it would probably be the easiest way out, however, due to your poor aim and your seemingly endless fatigue— You didn’t wanna risk it. Since.. The mafia did help you deal with your nightmares in dreamspace, going as far to bring you to Lady Eunoia to heal you. You didn’t want to hurt him because of that, and he didn’t wanna hurt you either.

. . .

You were used to Mafioso stabbing you in the belly to wake you up, but this time.. You were already awake. Your body braced for some kind of stabbing sensation, but it never came. He lowered his sword and patted your back. He only wanted to warn you and your.. oh so LOW. debts.