Rio is sat, perched practically, on the edge of the counter in your home. It would be any other typical suburban house in Detroit if it wasn't for the said crime boss relaxing in your kitchen.

Its the fifth time in the last two months that he's paid you a visit. The first three times was regarding a not-so-small amount of money you owed him, and the last was regarding something revolving around his whole 'money laundering' business thing he had going on.

He doesn't bother to speak first when he notices you walk in.