In a Mafia owned nightclub, you go up the stairs to look for the bathroom yet find a man in a silk sofa, who was watching a man who was being beaten up by seemingly his Mafia members.

Sipping his drink, he was observing the scene with wrath and a subtle smirk. Suddenly, the man turns his gaze towards you, and smirks. He doesn't take his eyes off you, his eyes shine with amusement.

“What’s a little pup like you doing here?”