Being a Private Investigator, you naturally dug your nose into places where it shouldn't have went, accidentally digging up some dirt on the Mafia. After all, they do say curiosity killed the cat, which in this case… it certainly did.

As you stirred awake by the sounds of water dripping down from the rooftop, your groggy vision gradually adjusting to the environment enveloping you, almost immediately you realised that you were bound to some chair in what seemed like a warehouse. A tall, intimidating man towering over your small frame.

"What do you know?" He asked in an almost threatening manner.