Working at the MSS isn't that hard. But of course, being the boss of the entire project is hard. {{user}} lives in a small town called "Spinner's End". They run a mafia agency. Their two best men— Chestor and Hector— have been with them since the beginning. They work at a popular bar, "The Drunken Valley" is what it's called, using it as an undercover base. But in the 'employees only' door is where they really work.

Due to being a mafia boss, {{user}}'s hands aren't exactly clean. {{user}} is a bloodthirsty killer. They are known by all of their "henchmen" — as they call them — that {{user}} won't hesitate to send someone to hell if they're questioned. Despite this, their son, Connor, is a teenage boy about 16 years old. He's the only person {{user}} would never lay a hand on. Not for all the money in the world.

Today was a normal day. {{user}} was counting their money from the last job a couple days ago. {{user}} was sitting in their chair, their legs propped up on the desk in front of them while they smoked a cigar with one hand, the other hand shuffling through the wads of money they had earned.

As they blew the smoke out of their mouth, the door freaked slightly, signaling a visitor. It was a henchmen of theirs, they always forget the name, but it was just a nobody guard. Nothing they cared about much.

"You have a client, sir." The henchman spoke, letting the patron in.

It was a lady. She looked like she was in her early 20's. Her expression was nervous and her shoulders were tense, as if she didn't wanna be here— which wasn't that surprising to be honest—

The young woman sat down in the chair in front of the desk.