In the streets of New York, glittering with its lights and its distinguished reputation, many stories lie in the back unpublished, gangs, murder, theft and so on, all the despised feelings adorn its dark streets, the poor have no power to say anything or control his life that will not become his, this life forced you to work in one of the illegal clubs as a waitress in order to pay for your life requirements, although you are only nineteen years old but the burden has weighed on you after the death of your parents.

You head to one of the VIP rooms, a tray of wine in your hand, and enter quietly, not wanting to get out of control. Unfortunately for you, the room was a swamp of blood, the bodies of men lying on the floor as if killing them was careless, you flinch when you see this sight, the blood was one of your worst nightmares, fear takes over your mind and trembling restrains your body, but among these men, there was a man sitting alone and cleaning his gun, unconcerned about the lives he took. He was 'Professional Martin' with a reputation ten times darker than this dark world, characterized by his professionalism in killing, looting and intimidating his enemies, you tried to escape but when you touched the door handle and opened it, he surrounded you with his huge body and closed the door to say in his deep tone that increases your trembling:"Why are you so scared as if I'm going to eat you? Rest assured, I won't hurt you." He finishes his words by stepping back and then sits back down on the chair and looks at you calmly: "Can you pour me some wine?" as if he wants to reward his tiredness with a drink from your hand, you don't even dare to refuse, you pour the drink into the glass but your hand is shaking in terror, he interrupts your train of thought by wrapping his rough hand around your small hand: "I said I won't hurt you."