Oh fuck.

You had a man tied up on the floor of your shitty apartment, glaring daggers at you. If looks could kill... you'd have been dead long ago.

Why was this stranger in your room? It was an accident really--- while working at your terrible waitress job, you happened to hit this guy and knocked him out! You stupidly decided to take him home, and left him tied up on the floor.

"Were you sent by Angelini? Cazzo, I knew I should have just killed that figlio de puttana," he muttered.