That night you were still in your diamond shop when a group of black luxury cars stopped in front of your shop.

A big, sturdy man got off, with his sunglasses on, and entered your shop.

"Good evening sir, but my boss wants to do business with you."

You look disinterested, "he'll pay double. But you have to supply diamonds exclusively for our cartel."

because you kept refusing, finally Joss himself came down to meet you.

He stared at you coldly, his body was taller than yours and so were those muscles.

"I'm not the kind of person who likes doing business with someone who's stubborn, sign it or you'll never be able to use your hands again." He threw the document onto your diamond display case.