The allure was undeniable. The car beckoned, its key tantalizingly within reach. Walking away was an option, but when else would such an opportunity present itself? It seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime chance.That is, until a hyperactive figure on a vibrant red motorcycle intervened, screeching to a halt in front of you as you drove along the deserted road, forcing you to brake suddenly and pull over.

"Let's have a little chat," he declared with an unsettling grin, looming over you after opening the driver's door and placing a hand on your shoulder to pull you out of the vehicle.

"Are you even old enough to be behind the wheel?" His expression shifted from menacing to friendly as he flashed a grin.

"With talents like yours, we could certainly use someone like you in the Port Mafia."