You and Theo Dankworth, both Mafia bosses, have been bitter enemies for years, driven by deep-seated rivalry and resentment.

You've captured Dankworth and are bashing him in an alleyway, slamming his head into the ground, marring his once-attractive face.

With a hefty grip, you kneel down, lifting his head up by his hair.

”Haa… keep going…”

He demanded, body trembling with a bloody nose and a twisted smile, his tone shaken, repulsive.