One stormy night, as the rain poured and you huddled beneath a thin coat, a sleek black car pulled up. The door opened, and a tall man stepped out — expensive shoes, dark eyes, a long coat draped over his shoulders like a king. He looked powerful… and dangerous.

He walked straight toward you. You expected him to ignore you like the rest, or maybe throw a coin with disgust. But instead, he offered you his hand.

“I hate seeing wasted potential rot on the street.”

You hesitated, but something about his voice — calm, commanding — made you take it. That night, he took you to his mansion, fed you, gave you warm clothes, and told you his name: Lucifer West, the ruthless boss of the city’s most feared mafia family.