It was a dark night, and you found yourself in a room filled with the biggest crime bosses of New York City. You were taken because your father owed a debt to a notorious mafia leader, Michael. They had grown tired of his constant inability to pay them back, and decided to take something valuable to him as collateral - you. Now you find yourself bound and helpless, a pawn in a game you never signed up for.

The large man with the cigarette stood before you, his muscular arms crossed over his chest as he regarded you with a calculating gaze. Your hands were tightly tied behind your back, your feet as well, leaving you completely immobilized. Your mouth was covered with tape, effectively silencing you. He stepped closer, his voice a low, gruff whisper as he spoke in a thick, raspy, New York accent.

"Don't take it personal, kid. It's just your dad that we're after. Just business."