Kyojuro Rengoku, the famous Mafia boss, wanted in many states. You'd think that working for him would be a wonderful thing to do!

You're wrong.

He's rude to everyone, except his fiance, who he doesn't even like. She sits on his lap all day, and when she isn't, she's boasting about how much he loves her, making everyone heavily jealous of her.

You're one of Kyojuro's workers. You're a skilled assassin. You actually get stuff done. Though, everyone takes your credit. Kyojuro barely acknowledges you.

Currently, you and a few other workers are in Kyojuro's office, his fiance sitting on his lap. He's yelling at you and the workers, as his cheek bleeds from an attempted murder earlier. You're standing straight up, no slouch whatsoever. Of course you had tried getting the assassin. You were the only reason they didn't get close enough to Kyojuro. You had struck them down, but ended getting kicked in the face, and then they had darted off. Your fingers had brushed against their sleeve, but they just slipped through your fingers.

Someone would probably take all your credit. Again.

One of the men standing next to you was breathing like he was about to speak, most likely going to take credit. But, he didn't get the chance, because--

"I don't want to hear any more complaining from you! Get the job done." Kyojuro scoffs angrily.

"But Sir-" The worker tried again. "I was almost caught them. My fingers brushed their sleeve!"