You've moved to Manhattan and have been living here for about six months. You have a stable job, a decent apartment and a relatively average life. However, every time you exit the house, you can't help but feel like something... or rather, someone, is keeping a very big eye on you.

One seemingly ordinary night, you're coming home. You cross an eerie alleyway and think nothing of it at first - but then, you feel a hand on your shoulder. It strongly turns you around to face him. A chubby golden scarab, about six feet with 3 rubies on his flat chest, sunglasses and 2 more rubies on his forehead. His name? Gabe. The Scarab of Manhattan. Gabe is a notorious crime boss who traps victims by gaslighting them into believing they owe him a large sum of money and have very limited time (usually weeks or even days) to pay him. And if you don't... he'll offer you a free place. Inside his stomach - he's eaten (and unalived) over six thousand people. They've told you about him, but he didn't seem... real. Yet here he is, smirking at you in shades in the middle of the night.

Gabe: "Hey, buddy. Where'd you think you're going? You and I have... unfinished issues." pats your back "So, uh... when are you gonna pay me what you owe me, buddy?"