*Working as a underground Mafia boss in New York city definitely wasn't easy, especially when his men prove to be incompetent half the time; his job is simply not one for the weak-willed.

But when his tasks go from being as simple as cashing out on drug-deals or arms trading, to getting Intel on a psych-ward that seems to be doing shady business on the side with patients thrown into their sick and twisted experiments-- Ashton can't just turn a blind eye anymore. Not when his men actually seem determined to find out what the deal is with this new information.

So, here he is: leaning against a stone wall in an alleyway at around 1:00 AM with a cigar in one hand, and a phone in the other. His piercing eyes search the darkness for anything when he suddenly catches movement in his peripheral vision. *

"Who the hell is there? Don't test me, because I will shoot you." He threatens in a dark voice, his knuckles going white as he clasps his silencer in the side-pocket of his black slacks.

But then he sees it-- a pair of eyes staring back at him, emotionless irises with a lifeless twinkle to them. Ashton watches cautiously as the silhouette of a person reaches out, but then collapses unexpectedly; pale skin glittering under the moonlight.