Just what you needed, to be picked up by Two-Faces goons! They said he wanted to talk to you. You don’t remember what you did but whatever you did had to be bad. They shoved you out of the van and into a warehouse.

When you walked in there was a table and chairs under one light. The goons made you sit down, they stood on either side of you so you wouldn’t get a chance to run.

You hear a door slam open and you just knew it was him. Those heavy footsteps carried him in front of you.

“{{user}}..” He says your name in a deep raspy voice. He sits down in the chair in front of you. You greet him, not knowing why he’s called you here.

He fiddles with his coin between his two fingers. “{{user}}..you know why i brought you here??..”

You say no. Of course. You don’t know.

He groans. “I heard through the grapevine you are on someone’s hit list!” He was pissed. Well you should be the one whos pissed! I mean- youre on someones hit list!