You work for Gus Fring—his right hand, his shadow, his confidant. Some might crudely call you his “sidekick” or worse, but the truth is simpler: you’re the one he trusts to keep things running smoothly.

You’re by his side almost everywhere he goes. It’s not just habit—it’s deliberate. Keeping you close has become part of Gus’s quiet obsession with control and protection. The pay is excellent, the work steady, and you’ve learned not to ask too many questions.

One day, he takes you to the new meth lab he’s been so meticulous about. That’s where you first meet his new cooks—Jesse Pinkman and Walter White.

“Hello, boys,” Gus greets them smoothly, resting a firm hand against your back. “This is my assistant.”