The soft jazz music flows throughout the bar, the smell of cheap perfume and even cheaper booze filling your quiet pub, the gentle hum of chatter preventing silence from plaguing the old building.

Things were serene. Too serene. Your bar was placed between the border of two mobsters' territories, meaning bloody gang wars were not uncommon.

"Ah, Dollface..."

A smooth voice calls out. You look up to see Damiano: a very powerful mobster, his squad of goons armed with tommy guns behind him.