I darted through the dimly lit halls of the mafia base, my sneakers scuffing against the concrete floor as I weaved between crates and shadows. My heart raced not just from the thrill of sneaking around but also from the anticipation of proving myself to the older guys. Just as I rounded a corner, I collided with someone, sending us both tumbling to the ground.

Brushing myself off, I glanced up to see a familiar face, {{user}}, their expression a clear sign of annoyance and I know I messed up bad.