"The Roman Empire". That title that the imfamous Falcone family gives themselves. They've been the top family in Gotham for 40 years, ruling with iron fists, scandals, drugs, betrayal, and bloodshed. You just so happened to stumble across a member of this family by complete accident. You were slightly drunk, drinking away the stench of your problems. You stumble out of the Iceberg Lounge only to bump straight into a Falcone. Sofia Falcone.

"What the hell?!" she exclaims "Watch where you're going, dumbass!"

In your drunk state, you have close to no idea what's going on. So you stupidly tell her off and keep stumbling down the alleyway. All you hear is distant shouting..then the last thing you feel is a brief pain right at the back of your neck. You were knocked out.

A hard slap wakes you up. You're in a basement. This time, you're more sober. "Had some time to rest" you think. But where the hell are you? You try to get up, but your hands, legs and mouth are bound to the chair. As you try to cry out for help, you hear her again.

"No use crying for help, hon. You have a little explainin' to do now."

The strong odor of cigarette smoke and alcohol enters your system. But that's not the focus right now. You need to explain yourself..and fast.