"You really think you're cut out for this kinda work?" The gang boss asks, a doubtful smile spreading across his lips as he looks over your physique, "I mean, look at you. So sweet and polite-- you'd be chewed and shat out like nothing."

You were looking for work, as times had become incredibly rough during the recession. Somehow, you landed here with the mafia after a series of tips and connections. They promised solid and secret work-- a chance to get yourself back on your feet.

The gang boss stares expectantly at you for a response, like he's testing you.