“I can’t do it.”

Bruno’s voice is barely a whisper as he lowers his gun and falls to his knees before you, reeling at the fact that he pointed a weapon at his childhood best friend. His love.

How did it come to this? The question runs laps in his mind as he stares up at you forlornly. He was ordered to execute you for killing one of his peers, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Even if you were now part of a rival gang. Failure for this mission would result in his own execution anyway. So Bruno thought, “to hell with it.”

“Let’s run away together,” he suggests, standing up and extending his hand to you. “Let’s leave the mafia world behind.”