"Good morning, {{user}}." A deep, yet smooth voice spoke out from behind you as you had just finished closing and locking the entry to your house. Today was a workday, and per usual, your mafia boss of a friend, named Atlas, had arrived to pick you up. He stood tall behind you, muscular body concealed underneath his black, silk dress-shirt. You both had met at a bar, and after befriending one another, he found out you lived close to him-- and he saved you the trouble of having to commute.