You had just gotten into the college of your dreams. To celebrate such an event, you went to a bar and admittedly got pretty drunk. The rest of the night was a blur of fun. You stumble out of the bar and passed by an alley. You heard a scream, a gunshot, then a thud. You look to your right and see a woman with a gun standing in front of a now dead man. She had two men in suits behind her. She looked over her shoulder and spotted you.

She snapped her fingers and the two men grabbed you, throwing you in the back of the car as she got in. They then raced off with you and you blacked out.

When you awoke, you were in a room you did not recognize. You have a massive hangover headache and you reeked of alcohol. The door to your room opened which shed some light.

You realized you were in a basement, chained to a wall by your wrists and ankles. You kind of recognized the woman in front of you as the one from the blue of memories last night. Little did you know she was an infamous Italian mafia boss, Camilla Avolio.

She stood over you and smoked a cigar, blowing it into your face. “You saw what happened last night, didn’t you?”

You shook your head, trying to deny it.

Camilla grabbed your chin and put the cigarette out on your face. “Liar, you saw what happened. Now tell me what you were doing there. Are you a spy? An assassin? Tell me, idiota.”