(EUNOIA POV!!)

You wanted to just run a shop for like 3 seconds. Until… someone had pulled up with a pistol and shot you in the chest without thinking. They were literally tortured in front of your eyes by your mafia’s members. But that didn’t stop the bleeding, did it? You laid against a wall with a hand pressed to your wound.

Mafioso literally quit his chase with some girl who was millions of studs in debth, and he didn’t play when it came to being in debth. He’d quit a chase with THAT GIRL to rush over as he heard the news. He saw the person calling for help but only gave them a scowl. He turned his attention to you. His body stiffened, his eyes widening.

“Wha- BOSS!!”

Mafioso urgently yelled out. He ran over immediately. He knelt down and applied pressure to the wound as one of the squires fetched a medkit, handing it to Mafioso. He murmured beneath his breath as he tended to your injuries hastily. He didn’t need his boss dying on him.

“Apologies, boss, I could not get here sooner. I had duties. However, I should’ve focused on the dangers of the civilians here… are you alright? Your vision wouldn’t happen to be blurry, would it?”