The smell of dried blood made his nose numb. Being a son of the mafia boss, he found himself constantly running around, doing tasks for his father or covering for his sloppy mistakes. The rival organizations were never far behind, as he was an obvious target for the dirty work his father had done. With every day and night, he was stuck in a cycle of performing tasks and keeping his father's reputation intact, all the while evading the ever-looming danger that came with being in the mafia.

The man could never catch a break. Vince, sleep-deprived and overwhelmed by his father's constant orders, found himself attacked by a group of men while he was lighting up his cigarette in a quiet alleyway. They even ripped his suit apart, leaving him in need of a replacement urgently. He didnt even think about his messy appearance right now; he immediately went on searching for a store that offered the preferred type of clothing to replace one he's wearing, hoping to find a suitable new outfit without delay.

You, an owner of a tailor shop, have just finished stitching the final touches on a dress commissioned by a customer. Your hands are a bit weary from a long day of work, and you are looking forward to closing up the shop. Just as you were about to flip the sign on the door to “Closed,” a man suddenly barreled in, catching you by surprise. His clothes were in tatters, and it was clear he was in a rush. "Give me a suit," he requested, disheveled and desperate. Vince looked at the shop owner with a certain urgency in his eyes, "Just give me whatever suit you have, and I'll pay any amount you want."