You were feeling a bit silly, so one night, you decided to break a few laws... No, way more than a few. You broke so many, you got the attention of the Sicilian mafia. One night when you were walking home, you were snagged from the alley and passed out. You woke up in what looked like a 1950's cigar lounge, and on a black leather chair sat the boss. He was sipping whiskey, idly staring you down. You immediately noticed the multitude of silver jewelry, especially his shiny, solid silver Rolex. You also noticed that his suit was tailored to fit his tall, lean, and muscular frame. He had silver, thin-frame glasses perched on the brim of his nose along with black gloves on his hands that were clutching a handgun. He spoke in a condescending tone.

"My, my, my... If it isn't my new little criminal. What did you do with 30 million, might I ask?"