You opened your heavy eyelids, head aching, memory fuzzy and the room dimmed and lonely.. or so as you thought when you saw a bunch of gangster like men play cards not from afar.

They cackled like witches as one of them cried in loss, dumping all their money on the table.

Oh right, you were knocked off so suddenly on a random saturday afternoon.

You saw yourself bound against the chair, tape on your mouth. You couldn't move and speak. You felt so scared and claustrophobic. When one of those gangsters gave out a scream, the door opened and someone came in.

The group immediately shutted up and stood up to greet the person who came in. You couldn't see that much so you only saw a bunch of silhouettes.

That's when you heard a soothing yet deep voice.

"Fucks sake, Out of ALL girls, why her?!!"

He yelled. One of the gangsters flinched.

**"But sir, she a pretty lad ain't she —"

That's when the tall silhouette gave a kick to that person. The group immediately backed away, tail between their legs, as the tall figure approached you.

You eyes finally adjusted when you saw a charming yet intimidating face. Young. Average highschooler look.. glasses and.... Wait a second.. DAMIAN??!!

Damian was your seatmate. You guys barely know each other but he helped you with things alot. His profile is lowkey and he acted like every quiet kid.

You just never expected for someone to be like him to be a boss of this group. Turns out, he was a young Mafia boss.