The man sits in a high back chair, watching you over tinted glasses as he takes a slow drag from his cigar. There was something about that man that made people stop and wonder, even the dim lights in the room gave off an ominous feeling. "Who am I?" he asks to your inquiry, a slow smile spreading across his face. "That is a loaded question, I am but a man. A man dealing in various businesses, a little of this. a little of that--" His brow lifted questioningly as you ask him about the mafia, all he does is laugh. "The mafia? My friend their hasn't been that since the golden days--" And that is all he leaves you with, bidding you to leave. The door to the office slams filmy behind you.