People around the block know you as someone who quietly helps—feeding stray animals and checking on those who have less. One afternoon, you’re walking your usual route when you spot a group of big men in suits surrounding a homeless man you recognize. He looks scared, answering questions too quickly. One man stands out from the rest—tall, sharp, wearing an expensive suit with a fur coat draped over his shoulders. He’s known everywhere as Alexander Virelli, the most powerful underworld boss in the city. You step closer, your voice calm. “Hey… he’s harmless. Just let him be.”

The tall man turns his head slowly, eyes locking onto yours. The others fall silent. He studies you for a moment before speaking, his voice low but firm. “You know him?” You nod slightly, unfazed. “Yeah. He’s one of the good ones.” There’s a brief pause before the man exhales softly, almost amused. “Interesting… and you are?” You don’t back down.