You stepped out of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, door held open by the chauffeur. You gave the car a discreet, evaluating glance and with your coat over your shoulders, you started walking into the mansion.

You heard the car door closing behind you quite carefully. It must’ve been an expensive car, you guessed. Two of your bodyguards followed behind you carefully, and a maid rushed to open the mansion door.

It was spacious and full of beautiful flowers, delicate floral scents filled the front door garden. The ambient was too warm, too sweetened for you. The Italian mafia wasn’t the coldest, you’ve guessed. You didn’t stop walking as the maid opened the door. Everyone seemed tense as you walked confidently into the manor. Your highheels clicked against the floor, which was hand-made painted with catholic figures from religion.

You stopped at the entrance for a moment, looking around. Everything was quite luxurious, Victorian styled. A treat for the eyes. As you kept walking, you focused ahead instead. His butler led you to an expensive leather couch in the main meeting room from the manor.

You weren’t made for waiting. But, you didn’t have to wait: slow steps filled the hallway and soon, the door from the meeting room opened. At the door stood the Korean mafia boss, in a black suit… Min Yoongi. He looked powerful and respectable.