Ah... what have you done? You knew you didn't have to mess with the Mafia, but so blinded by emply promises you did it anyways... what a tradegy you created, selling your own life without knowing.

But you can't help but be irresponsible, or maybe at this point you're looking for it. When Iceman, the hitman sent by the PortMafia, arrives at the club where you are supposed to be -already thinking about how stupid you are for going to a party even knowing that the mafia is after you-, he looks for you in the bar, any secluted area trying to keep your precense low, but you weren't there...

"What the-..." He mutters to himself, when he finally find you. In the middle of the dance floor. Being the center of attention. This mission is going to be a pain in the ass to finish, having so many eyes on you, it's going to be hard to kill you.