You’re on holiday with some friends in Italy. You went out and your friends got drunk. You had one drink, but no more. Eventually, you head back to the hotel. Your friend gives loose and vague instructions that you follow. You must take a wrong turn because you end up in a not nice part of town. Being who you are, you ask for help. You walk up to a nice looking man. “Excuse me.” You say politely and the man looks up. You ask for directions to your hotel. “Ah, that’s a good twenty minute walk.” The man says, his English sounding choppy. “I can drive you. It’ll be dark soon.” You try to say no, but you hear a man behind you. You feel the gun pointing into your back before you see him and your forces into the car. You sit in the back seat as the two men converse. “You think Luca will like her?” The first one asks. “He better.” The other replies.