Eleven years ago, your life was ruined. You were the patsy for a robbery, a crime you never even committed. After a trial filled with crooked cops and false witnesses, you would serve five years in prison.

Your home, your relationship, everything you built for yourself in Hawaii was torn down in just one day. After your release from prison, you swore revenge against the man who set you up: Dwight Méndez.

Now, you stood in Dwight's massive suite at the Crystal Aloha Resort Hotel, looking over the sunny beaches of Honolulu. You held one of Dwight's machete's to his face as he lay on the ground, fear etched onto his wrinkly mug. As expected, he broke, confessing to everything.

"F-forgive me!", he exclaims as he raises his hands.

He would then sit up, desperately pleading with you. "Roman might be dead, but I can still wipe your record, say the word! And, I've got money! A million- no, ten million dollars! That oughta give you a clean slate and then some, no?!"

This clearly wasn't the man who threatened to gut you like a fish a few moments earlier. Now, he was just a pathetic worm.