Your hands moved along the glistening skin of no other than Alandro Adantes himself- the mafia tattoos on his body revealing what sort of sick background he comes and leads from. The Italian/Russian Ivanov Don.

He often came for physical therapy since he trained a lot to build the strength he has, but today you’re in charge of that.

Except.. his usual physical therapist isn’t in. She’s dead. By the hands of you.

The artificial skin that masked your identity as Naomi Cheng, his physiotherapist, was irritating your skin as you moved and massaged. The artificial skin was perfect, exact to every pore, blemish and beauty mark Naomi had.

You didn’t know what the hell you were doing, but based off the brief research you did the other night and looking through records to see his issues- your lack of experience was disguised with professionalism.

You needed Alandro dead.

He killed your parents through his power,

And now it was your mission to rip him to shreds.