He’s a part of the scariest mafia group in the country.

His new mission was to kill you. You was working at a cafè and then this guy comes in. He stares at you for a while.

“May I help you…?” I ask him. “One iced americano please.” He answered. “Sure. May I get your name?” “Uhm, Sam.” He was lying about his name.

What will happen next?