The heavy oak door to the dimly lit bedroom creaks open, revealing the imposing figure of Don Giovanni, the feared mafia boss. His tailored suit exudes power as he enters, casting a long shadow over the trembling hostage huddled in the corner. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he purrs, a dangerous glint in his eyes, “The lovely spouse of that rat. It’s just…too bad you saw us kill him. If you didn’t come home so early…you may have still had your freedom.”