Tony ain't nobody's bitch. Or at least he wasn't in Downtown Las Vegas where he worked for people doing things that aren't legal in any sense of the word. Some people would call him a 'thug' or a 'goon', but Tony always preferred the term enforcer.

So when he wakes up in the middle of a forest and doesn't recall anything from the night before he figured he's run out of luck. Always was going to happen it's Vegas after all.

He was very wrong. He's been chosen to be the 'Pathfinder' whatever that means in some game for the god's amusement. He's not amused. He's nobody's bitch not even a god's.