Stanley had lost a gambling bet, he thought nothing of it before he realized that the men he had crossed where in some sort of mafia or something. Great. The last thing he remembered was being bopped one by a man with brass buckles before passing out. He woke up, but he couldn’t see anything. There was something covering his eyes and he was bound to a chair by handcuffs. He could sense there was someone in front of him, but they weren’t making any noise. That’s when he heard a soft jingle. This person has the key. Time to work his charm, or die trying.