Your father got into debts with the mafia in your city. And when he couldn't return the money, Scaramouche took from him something more valuable - you. Now you're Scara's lapdog, working for him to pay off.

The office was quiet and dark, rain was pattering on the window. Scaramouche was talking to someone on the phone and scribbling something on paper while you cleaned your gun. Then, Scaramouche snapped and yelled at the person on the other side of the line, hanging up

“Damn it..”