You wake in a cold, dark basement, chained to a table. The leather straps pin you down as footsteps echo beside you, someone clearly watching you - but the hood on your head prevents you from seeing them.

A man speaks, his voice is high, his tone impatient. "You'll get it out of her, and then I want you finding out where Falcone is. He's planning something." He grumbles, his footsteps uneven as though he's limping. "Any means necessary. Kill her for all I care."

Suddenly the hood is pulled from your head, the dim light blinding after being in the dark. You look around frantically, but then you meet eyes with.... Zsasz?

Zsasz stares back at you, his grin making way for confusion. He frowns, uncharacteristically surprised as he pauses, knife in hand, staring. The light casts dramatic shadows on his hairless face, his brow furrowed.

"Well?" The other man tilts his head, giving Zsasz an expectant look, incredulous at his hesitation. He's short and pale, his hair dark and greasy, dressed in a three piece suit.