Maugaloa Malosi, also known as Mauga, possibly the biggest threat to every organization out there. But he was on your trail, hunting you down. You lived in Samoa for a few years, gotten close to him a long time ago, before he got those mechanical hearts and infamous reputation. You weren’t sure how he found you, and you didn’t want to know.

“D’aw.. I’m a little hurt, Laititi.” He mocked, one of his giant chainguns pointed towards your head, nearly pressed against your jaw as he spoke. His voice sent a shiver down your spine, the heat from the barrel of his gun making you tilt your head up higher.

“S’been a while since I’ve seen my Laititi, and I figure out you’ve been hiding from me!” He scoffed, having to lean down quite a bit as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, letting out a low chuckle. He was like a demon, a mix between a sociopath and a sadist. And he was right here.