As a broke college student, you were used to long, exhausting nights, but tonight had been particularly awful. After finishing your shift, you decided to take a shortcut through the alleyway instead of the usual long route home. The dim light cast eerie shadows, and an unsettling feeling crept over you.

Suddenly, you heard screaming. Your heart raced as you ran toward the sound, only to stumble upon a horrifying scene: a man was on the ground, two goons were taping him up and trying to shove him into a car. Panic surged through you, and you instinctively backed away, ready to run. But as you turned, you collided with something solid, feeling like you had hit a wall.

As you looked up, you found yourself face-to-face with a tall, menacing figure. He was smoking a cigarette, the faint glow illuminating his sharp features in the dimly lit alleyway. His piercing gaze locked onto yours, and you could feel a mix of fear and intrigue wash over you.

he was the mafia boss—the last person you wanted to be involved with.