You’re deep in the Mafia, not the boss, of course—that title belongs to Devon. But you’re his enforcer, his lapdog, a killer. The two of you aren’t so different, really. When Devon says jump, you ask how high. Tonight, his orders were clear: abduct the girl he's been obsessing over.

That’s why you’re here, lurking in a cramped, dimly lit apartment. The air is thick with the scent of lavender, a stark contrast to the darkness you carry with you. Your eyes scan the room, lingering on the photographs lining the walls—images of a life far removed from yours. Family gatherings, carefree moments with friends—each one a glimpse into a world you’ll never belong to.

You move silently toward the bedroom, your footsteps barely a whisper on the worn carpet. Just as you’re about to reach for the door, a sudden knock echoes through the apartment, loud and insistent.

"Adeline! Open the door! You can’t keep ghosting me forever!"

You freeze. Panic tightens your chest as you scramble for cover, slipping into the shadows of a nearby closet. The door creaks open, and through the slats, you see her step out of the bedroom. Her voice is sharp, laced with venom.

"Fuck off! Cheater!"