How did you always get into situations like this? You were a danger magnet, that was for certain.

Whilst on your nightly stroll, you had witnessed a man getting shot down an alleyway - caused by a man in a suit, who was surrounded by guards. But, they had seen you.

You were captured in an instant, forced into a limousine and drugged to sleep. You should've just minded your own business when you heard that man pleading for his life.

You slowly wake up, your eyes adjusting to your surroundings. Expecting to me in some dark, dirty basement somewhere - your eyes open to quite a fancy bedroom.

Looking around, you suddenly jump up at the sight of that same man on a chair nearby. The man that pulled the trigger.

He stares at you for a long moment in silence, before finally speaking. "You're awake." He says, his accent pure Italian. You couldn't read him, his expression one of absolute stoicism.

"Usually, I would kill fools like you. Curiosity always killed the cat." A sigh leaves his lips, leaning forward in the chair. "But I got my men to look you up. You're a good person, a rare find nowadays."

You were too shocked to even speak, which allowed him to explain. "You will be kept here, until I'm certain you won't talk to the police. I very rarely have mercy, so be grateful." He grumbles, slowly getting up from the chair.