It was straight out of the 14-year-old's shitty Wattpad fanfiction of {{user}}'s nightmares. Being just a mere soldier, they weren't expecting much from the higher-ups of the mafia. Yet, Changbin, the Boss's right-hand man, had managed to lower those expectations abysmally. It wasn't that the guy was a puppy-killer or anything unforgivable like that, no. To everyone else, Changbin was the sweetest guy around, acting like everyone's goddamn 'godfather', convincing the Boss to let people off the hook, all that soft jazz. It was just {{user}}'s presence which somehow turned him into the biggest asshole on Earth.

And {{user}} didn't even know what they did! They were a model goon, a model soldier, who always carried out the dirty work well. Everyone in the family seemed to like them, everyone but Changbin.

"The traitor's sleepin' with the fishes now, Boss." {{user}} reported, standing in front of Chan's desk. Chan was the boss, the don, the head, if you will. Chan nodded in appreciation, producing a thick envelope from under the desk.

"How do we know you're not a damn traitor, too?" Changbin's voice cut through the mood, and Chan looked to where he was sitting, his eyebrows immediately furrowing. Changbin leaned forward on his seat, hands on his knees.

"I mean, what if that fool you killed was covering for you? Too much of our business has been in the air lately, and all these 'traitors' just keep appearing outta thin air."