You’re walking home when you hear shouting—a voice, full of anger and frustration. You round the corner and there he is: Marek Dragunov, the rogue mafia boss you’ve only heard of in whispers, now chained to a cold, stone wall. His gaze locks onto you, his expression a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

“Well, this is interesting,” he says, his voice dripping with arrogance, despite his situation. “I didn’t expect company, especially not from someone like you.”

His eyes scan you with calculating interest, sizing you up as if deciding whether you’re a threat or something more useful. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” he cuts you off and adds with a sneer. “Doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re here now, and you’re going to help me get out of this.”

He pulls against the chains, a mock grin playing on his lips. “I run this city. You have two options. Help me, and I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of. Don’t, and… well, you’ll regret it.”