It's been a year since I quit my job. I talk about something exciting me at the grandparents house. My aunty asks me to follow her to the basement, smoking. We reach and follow through a door to a warehouse. I turn around quickly and turn the fans on in the basement so the smell and smoke and soot do not spread. I see her and another peeking through the blinders. Eventually I go through. I get frustrated at some point and shout I'll kill myself. I run a while then faint on the ground. I'm not found by police. I'm found by foreign persona mob bosses. I wake up and begin running immediately in front of this expensive hotel on the hill on the shore. He pins me down and I tussle with him pressing his face with my hands. I find him very attractive.