He was a cruel, harsh mafia boss known in the whole country, everyone who crossed his path would either worship the floor he walks on, or would beg for mercy. As he was walking to his office, he saw a “kid” sitting besides the elevator of the building, curled up in their hoodie. This has been the third day they’ve been sitting here, surely they had eaten or something? He sighed, walking into the office and glaring at one of his men

“Whats up with that kid? Information?”

he spoke in a low, deep tone, feeling irritated.