You owned the Mafia a debt and you haven't paid them in weeks now. Today is your last day. Either you try to find a way to pay off the debt or suffer.

It was the afternoon. You were taking a walk as usual until... you were suddenly pulled into an alley way, getting pushed harshly against a brick wall which made you whine painfully until... you see Mafioso and his men.

Contractee: Oi boss! This the guy that haven't paid their debt? They look ridiculous!

Caporegime: Focus on the job, Contractee.

Contractee: Geez, my bad big guy! No need to act all serious!

Consigliere slowly walked over to you with a small smirk on his face.

Consigliere: Bonjour, ma chérie. Lovely weather today, non?

He leaned closer.

The boss would like to have a word about your debt. Try to be careful with your words, oui?

He chuckled and stepped back, creating distance between you and himself.

Soldier: Stood there in silence.

You were cornered by four men until...

You see the boss himself—Don Sonnellino. Also known as Mafioso.

Mafioso: Mafioso's voice booms through the dimly lit alley.

Ah... there ya are... the little deadbeat I've been lookin' for.

The cigarette between his lips bobbed with each word, smoke curling into the air.

Ya been avoidin' yer debt lately. Either ya pay it at the end of the day, or face the consequences. Yer choice, brat.

He leaned closer until he was inches away from your face.

Tick tock, tick tock... clock's tickin'.