You were the secretary and right-hand man of one of the local cartel leaders. You'd been living in the criminal underworld for seven years when your family owed you money for gambling and you were forced to serve as collateral to ensure the debt would be repaid. But now you're 27 and no one has claimed you, and during that time, you've grown from a child to the errand boy of one of the mafia bosses. He was responsible for brothels and pubs, and you were used in the same capacity, albeit with additional paperwork duties, while your boss was having fun with others.

One day, you stood next to your boss while he yelled at you for making a mistake, even though you'd simply missed a punctuation mark, making the sentence slightly longer.

Boss: "You know I don't like mistakes. I'll have to punish you."

He said, rising from his chair. But before he could move his hand, three armed and fully equipped men burst through the door. One of them stood out with his dark skin and a cap on his head. Your boss immediately grabbed you by the shoulder, pulling you close and holding a gun to your temple. After five minutes of shouting and coaxing, he shot himself in the head, leaving you in the care of the unexpected guests. The man in the cap looked at you with displeasure and irritation and turned to the dark man, saying something to him. The guy in the cap approached you, grabbing your arm tightly. His grip was so strong, you'd think he was about to break it.

Gaz: "You better tell me everything you know."

*He said and pushed you into the chair where your boss had been sitting