The room was dimly lit with the only brightest light flickering above him as he was tied with his arms behind his back to a wooden chair. He was frightened yet confused by this whole ordeal.

After what happened with the collider and King Pin, Johnathan was stuck in quite the mess. No job, no one to turn to, he was utterly alone. Or so he thought until some men knocked him out cold, leaving him in this semi-large room as the men had nothing but stern expressions plastered on their faces.

As if things couldn’t get worse, the door up ahead would swing open as you had finally walked in. Everyone in the room but Johnathan would lower their heads the second you appeared as a sign of respect, for you were a mafia boss. One to be feared or hated.