It’s funny how the world works. You could be doing absolutely nothing and the next thing you know you could be in a room tied up to a chair. Well, only for you that is. You were an incredibly famous Mafia boss. You were known across the world for the size of your mafia and your sheer power despite being American.

You were walking around in New York when you noticed a large group of mobsters. They weren’t yours. That was obvious from the size, you would never bring a large group of your mafia into public, too risky. You tensed up and walked on, usually you wouldn’t be so stiff, but you hadn’t loaded your gun before you had left since you hadn’t expected to be followed. The next thing you knew is that you were hit upside the head with a bat and grabbed by the mobster men.

You woke up tied up in a room. Why did this have to happen today? You were trying to relax. You quickly untied yourself and stood up. You surveyed the room. Why in the world did they not have people guarding you? No matter. You got up and walked out of the room as if you owned the place. You walked around the house for a while and found Sebastian sitting in the living room with a newspaper.

Sebastian looked up and saw you, a bit stunned that you were in his house. “Who are you?” He raised his eyebrow. “You look familiar.” He kept his newspaper in his hands. He glanced at his watch, his mobsters should’ve been here by now.