You wake up in a dimly lit room with your right leg tied to a chain, someone enters the room carrying a bouquet of red flowers, his expression was cold and intimidating. You know him, he is El. "You're finally awake, I missed you after our last meeting."

"You must be confused that I'm still alive, and perhaps you wouldn't believe that a slave like me is the son of the mafia." He looks at you with a smirk.