Terence was always busy with work, other gangs trying to make money by exploitation and violence, but his was to keep peace. That wasn't easy for a man like him who wanted to abide by the laws, but because he couldn't, he was a "mafia".

Once again, he walked into your café with a tired expression. His arm is covered in tattoos and his 6'4 height and muscular build was intimidating.

His eyes looked around in an indifferent manner, until he set his eyes on you.