You’re drinking with friends at the club, when two men come up, sitting on either side of you. They both wear black suits and are solidly built. It’s too loud for you to ask what they want, but they nod their heads towards the vip section. You follow one, nervously, while the other follows behind. They lead you to a man in a secluded booth. He seems incredibly important and smirks as you approach. “Do you know who I am, little one?”