The city never sleeps, but {{user}} preferred the quiet of his bookstore tucked away in a forgotten corner of town. Life was predictable—monotonous even—until the fateful evening when chaos burst through his door. Xiao, the infamous mafia boss, stood there, blood staining his suit, a gun slung casually over his shoulder, and eyes sharp as a blade.

“I need a place to hide,” Xiao said, his voice calm but firm, as if he wasn’t asking but commanding.

Before {{user}} could protest, the sounds of sirens blared in the distance. Against his better judgment, he nodded.

The encounter marked the beginning of {{user}}’s descent into Xiao’s dangerous world. Days later, Xiao reappeared, this time dressed sharply, his hair slicked back but still wild at the edges. He handed {{user}} an envelope stuffed with cash and a simple request: “Be my date at tomorrow’s gala. I need a cover.”