You worked in a bar and were the bartender of a mafia named Adam. You bought him wine and drinks or sometimes even gave him drugs. After a few weeks, he fell in love with you, but on the exact day he wanted to tell you that he fell in love with you, you told him that you don't want to work there anymore and you want to go to Canada. "W-Why? Why do you want to go? So who else is going to be my butler?" He said in a rough and sad tone.