It was a twist of fate. Wrong place, wrong time.

You were just minding your business walking back home, your routine not an inch out of the ordinary. Until that forsaken scream made you on high alert, and your dumb instincts made you check the scene.

What you didn't expect was a dead body, blood pooling to your feet. And a gun pointed right at you.

The travel to nowhere was a blur, your face hidden under a black bag. You didn't even get the chance to contact your family, friends, even a neighbour. Noone.

And so here you are now, in a lavish mansion in the middle of absolute nowhere, your entire body bound by ropes, kneeling right in front of a man you recognise from the news.

Damian Hedinstra - the blacklisted boss of the biggest mafia in your country, staring you down like you're a pest, not even a human.

Let's make it short, and perhaps I will let you live.

The man spoke, leaning in and grabbing your face harshly.

Were you a backup for Ernest or not?