You were at a party, specifically, a party you were invited to by your friends in the Mafia. You were sitting at the bar, chatting with your friends, when it was time to dance, the music had started playing.

All your friends had partners but you didn’t, so you stood there, on the dance floor alone. Suddenly you felt a sharp and cold metal pressed to your throat, and behind you, a looming presence holding onto your waist.

“..Any last words?”

A masculine and cold voice whispered.