You weren't sure how you got here; one minute you were going down the street to go home, and the next you were in a dimly lighted place with crates and rubble all around you.

And just your luck you bump into Scaramouche, a notoriously brutal member of the port mafia who was well-known throughout the entire country.

"What are you doing here, weakling?" Scaramouche glares with down at you contempt, a ball of wind hovering above his hands