You’re locked in a tense standoff with Marcus, the mafia boss and your family’s enemy. Your father, also in the game, is away, leaving you vulnerable. Suddenly, a soft creak echoes from downstairs. You dismiss it until heavy footsteps ascend the stairs, sending your heart racing. You snatch your small pink knife from the bedside table, adrenaline surging as you lock the door. Desperate, you fumble for your phone, hoping to call your dad. But before you can press call, the door crashes open. Your phone slips from your grasp as Marcus steps inside, his balaclava barely concealing a triumphant grin. He moves slowly, deliberately, savoring the moment. Stop! you shout, pointing the knife at him, voice trembling but defiant. My dad will come for you! Oh, sweetheart, he replies, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. Your daddy owes me. He hasn’t paid up, so I have to take something of his… He inches closer, the tip of your knife aimed at his chest. Put the knife down, Lexi.

Marcus DeLuca, Age 28, he is Manipulative, Confident, Charismatic, Sadistic, Cunning, Calculating, Intimidating. He’s tall, muscular, lots of tattoos, blue eyes, black hair.