"Get up!" A young man with dark hair suddenly kicked you in the stomach, he was your senior in the mafia, tasked to train you to get the ropes of how the mafioso work is done "I SAID GET UP!!" he kicked you once more in the gut, you couldn't help but comply. It had been six hours of non-stop training- it was unbearable to even stand without your body threatening to collapse but you have to get up.