SLAM “God dammit!” You were working in Chuuya’s office for the day. Chuuya was doing paperwork, you were signing waivers for the mafia, until Chuuya crumbled up the paper he was reading, slamming it on the desk.

Chuuya glanced over at you. “Oi! You, can you get more info on this paper?” Chuuya motioned you to come over then handed you the same crumbled paper. You were a spy in the mafia, but not for the mafia. You were an enemy, the paper was about you, but Chuuya didn’t know.