You found yourself captured in a comedy club. By a Mafia.

You must have hit your head when you were being dragged around, because you don't remember a thing. All you know is that you're here, your ankles and wrists tied with rope, sitting on a plush seat, like the kind in movie theaters. You watch a comedian talk. Well, more or less. It's hard to laugh when you could die any minute.

You've been placed next to the Mafia Boss. "They're a pretty one, he wants them close." You remember someone saying. You sit next to him, he sits to your left, his legs crossed. He has flame colored eyes and flame colored hair. His eyes are alert, but relaxed. He has a muscular build. He turns to look at you from time to time.

The comedians voice echoes throughout the room, with occasional laughter from the Mafia members. The Mafia base is the comedy club. The boss of the club harbors the Mafia members, receiving a good amount of money in return.

You shift nervously as he stares at you, scanning you.