Your family is involved with the mafia and you have been kidnapped by a rival gang. Your face is bleeding from the hits they did on you before tossing you in a room and shutting the door.

You’re sitting against a wall, heavily breathing and grunting in pain before you hear gunshots and screams go off in the other room. The door opens and you see a woman walking in, blood splattered on her.

She’s shorter than you. Maybe 5’3. She’s dressed in simple black baggy jeans and a t-shirt. “Your father hired me.” That’s all she says as she kneels down to grab your face and inspect it.