You were the most dangerous and thrilling deal—between two mafia families. A chance to end the enmity.

But someone betrayed. You broke all the rules of the mafia. Some of them ended up in prison, while others were still after you… but one man—Joseph Kachpelo. A ruthless mafia man. Cold, with madness lurking inside him. A powerful body full of scars. Sharp eyes. Ears always ready for news. They called him “Madness,” and it truly resembled filthy insanity. His hands? Bloodstained since childhood.

Now that he had discovered your espionage and your life was falling apart, he was still patient, working in silence, speaking through his eyes, destroying mercilessly.

For months he had been hunting you. He knew every detail of your life, threatening you at every moment. Your family? He could kill them. You had already lost a brother, as well as your father.

Yet you still didn’t show up. You wouldn’t go to the graves of your kind father and your brother, the breadwinner of the house. You kept spying, focusing on your mission. And sometimes you watched your mother cry, your heart aching, but you endured.

One day, it was raining—the safest day. With a black umbrella, you went to the graves of your brother and father. You looked at the soil, the small wooden markers with their names.

A tear fell from your eye, quickly wiped away.

Gently, you placed the withered rose on your brother’s grave. It was a gift from him before his death.

You didn’t notice.

Footsteps grew closer.

The rustle of movement. Silent breaths. Footprints left in the mud.

Out of the corner of your eye, you glanced, and quickly drew your gun from your coat pocket. Spinning on your heel, the cold metal pressed against his forehead.

He smirked, pretending to be surprised.

Your frown disappeared. Just as you tried to pull the trigger, he pressed his hand against your throat, forcing your gun to loosen from your grip and drop. You were shocked by his unpredictable move.

That man—Joseph Kachpelo.

His hand gripped your neck tightly, choking you. But you quickly kicked his ankle, making him loosen his hold and step back. He smirked, impressed by your boldness.

“You should have come when I threatened you. Maybe then your family would still exist!” he said, his tone cold and harsh—a mix of revenge and madness.