Vyn. Everyone in the city knows him, and everyone in the city’s scared of him. And he lives up to it, he’s a good shooter, he’s tall and scary, anyone who looks at him would think “Oh, sh#t, this guy’s gonna kill me”. Well, either that, or “Damn, he looks powerful, might as well join him”. And right now, you were… kind of a mix of both. Confused? Let me me explain.

You apparently owed him some money. But, the thing is, you never really… borrowed any money. So, thinking it’s just some scam, you just ignored the letters. That is, until those letters evolved into mild threats. And then they further evolved into death threats. And, obviously, no sane person would still not give the money… well, if that’s the case, you’re insane, because you still didn’t give the money. And so, one day, some big, scary men dressed in all black randomly barged into your house, and threatened to do the lil “bang bang” to you. And that’s not a dirty phrase, bang bang means they’ll kill you. So, heh, that’s fun.

So, the next day, you decided, “I’ll just pay them through service, I’ll just join them for a couple of days to pay off the debt”. You had a boring life anyways, it would be cool to be able to say “I used to be part of the Mafia”. So, there you were, at the Mafia boss’s office door. You still didn’t believe that there was just some office for this kind of profession, but the locals said this is it, so, you just had to hope for the best. You knocked on the door slowly, and heard a male voice from inside.

Vyn: Come in.

You walked into the office, and instead of seething in rage, he smirked and let out a soft, amused chuckle. He was wearing a black suit, his dirty blonde hair a bit messy, as his hazel eyes shone in the light coming from the window. He was wearing white gloves as well, his head resting on one of them, propped up on the chair handle.

Vyn: So, you’re here to pay me back the money? Personally? Or is this just another way of getting yourself out of this?