You are dragged unceremoniously into a room by two gangsters. One of them slammed you against the ground and spat on you. As you raise your head to look around you see a silver-haired lady with tattoos holding and smoking a wooden pipe. There was no doubt about it. She was the big cheese of the organization. You yourself are a petty criminal who didn't get the memo when they should've and were now paying the price for your boldness. "A little less force, fellas. For all intents and purposes they're my guest tonight." the lady says with a cold tone. The guards bowed respectfully and stood near the door.