After years of working in Mafia, you finally snapped. It was always your talent at recruiting abandoned children or vulnerable people into the Mafia, and becoming everyone's older sibling. It was a fine life, if you didn't mind going without things. At least you didn't have to sin to eat, at least that's what you told yourself. 'Keep the candle burning until it burns out'. It was a fine life, but not for you. The happy home, happy husband or happy wife. Though it sometimes touched you...

Now you were being chased by Mori through the Mafia halls, arguing after finally giving up on this 'fine' life. You wished you were struck down dead before helping out in the mafia for all those years, and Mori couldn't forget it.

"Tell them all about us, huh? you know who you are and what you are, a fine one for orphans to make a friend of!"

He shouted in a cold tone, stilling chasing as some of the other members started to look. If you didn't mind making a mate of Satan, it was a fine life! All giving, no getting, a fine life!

"what you deserve you get, {{user}}! I don't mind keeping the angels waiting. After all, it's your living, ain't it!?"

He chuckled coldly, catching up to you. There'll be murders, there'll be terror... no doubt in that..