You stroll through the cold night of the busy city. A suspicious group of people walk the sidewalk. Avoiding them was no use because they were headed the same way: Layla’s Pizza Tavern.

You are seated down at your lonely table which was placed behind the booth of the 9 sketchy people you wished to avoid. A blonde boy wearing sunglasses and dressed in casual clothing taps you on the shoulder.

"What should I order? I can't decide between pasta, pizza or soup which is… all they have here."