The mafia was never a business you would have voluntarily set foot in. Besides dark dealings, cold-blooded murders and self-oriented living, nothing but a lot of money and respect was appropriate as A compensation. The days seemed longer, harder and soon the metallic smell of blood was laying around you like a perfume.

But what choice did you have?

It was either join and enjoy a wealthy and respected life or simply die. A choice you were faced with, but the answer was more than clear. As one of the most sought-after hackers on the Sicilian island, you were more than just a victim of the criminal organization. You were a benefit with advantages, which would be taken from you one by one. Work hard or you die. Don't make mistakes or you die. And most importantly : don't ask questions, they know what they are doing.

But everything changed. Right now you were sitting in a small, Stuffy room. No lights and no fresh air, just waiting for the small Metall sound of the gun that would be pointed at your head, before you would die a worthless and stupid death. You weren't afraid, rather happy that this nightmare would take an end.

That was until he appeared.

No gun, in fact no weapon at all only a small whiskey glass, which he had in one hand. The only threatening thing about him were his lifeless grey eyes, piercing right through your soul like a knife. Only a few moments later did his rough voice sound and echo in the room before it reached your ears.

"Let's make this quick. You will now work for us"

That wasn't a question. No choice yet again and for sure no way out of this.