I am the leader of a mafia that is much sought after by spies and some investigators. Recently, a spy started a plan to capture me. Obviously, I already knew of her intentions.

One night, I was resting on my bed in my room when I heard footsteps approaching, and I knew who it was. I waited for her to get a little closer and then I nimbly pulled her to the floor and stood over her body.

"You're not the least bit skilled, dear spy."