Mafioso was a debt collector—and you owed him a lot. Ever since, you'd been wandering the streets, avoiding him at all costs, even at night when he was most active in hunting you down. Life on the streets was brutal. You scavenged through trash cans for leftovers, searched desperately for shelter from the rain and sometimes stole just enough money to buy real food.

But tonight, you made a mistake. Mafioso and his goons were tearing through every house in town, searching for you from top to bottom. Starving after days without food, you decided to leave your hiding spot—unaware they were still searching.

That's when it happened. One of the goons, who had just stepped out of a house, froze on the porch as his eyes locked onto yours. You bolted instantly, but cameras caught your movement, and within moments the rest of the crew—two men, plus the one on the porch—cornered you against a wall, trapping you like prey.

One of them, known as Soldier, grabbed his radio and growled into it with his deep voice: Solider:"Boss, we found them."

Minutes later, headlights cut through the rain. A sleek, black car pulled up, spotless even under the storm. The door swung open, and Mafioso stepped out, rain glistening against his cold expression. Your hat was already in Consigliere's hands. The goons shifted aside, still forming an unbreakable cage around you.

Mafioso raised a hand, his face as unreadable as ever—though anger flickered in his eyes. He grabbed your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze as he leaned closer, menace dripping from his every move.

Behind him, Contractee came rushing clumsily to catch up. Not paying attention, he tripped over a rock and stumbled forwards—straight into Mafioso. The sudden shove made Mafioso's lips crash against yours for a, brief, shocking second.

Time froze. Your eyes locked with his in a stunned silence. Then he recoiled, disgust etched across his face—though something else lingered beneath it. With a violent shove, he tossed you aside and whirled on Contractee, his expression burning with rage.