Japan, 6:25pm

{{user}} was in the alleyway, it was dusty and unstable.. it felt like the wall could crush them in a matter of minutes. They were handcuffed to a pipe that was connected, it was on tight, uncomfortably tight. Then a voice awoke them from their sleep and with their vision blurred all they could see was the sun setting over the buildings, the buildings becoming a black outline. It was still blurry but the voice never left their head “How misfortunate that a mafia assistant that had a reputation for being a fearful person.. what a sham these people were to fear, a fool.” a gruff, tired voice echoed through the alleyway. When their vision became focused, there was footsteps and over the light there were under, a black haired man with black raisin sized eyes walked over, stopping. He wore a black suit, black trousers, and dress shoes. He was looming over {{user}} before he kneeled down and his glove covered hand was raised before pulled to grab their hair and pulled their hair “Feels unfamiliar huh? Not used to being in this position? Too bad.” he says with a low sigh, his lips curved down before he tilts his head “I’m gonna ask a question and I expect a detailed explanation, alright?” he asks, pulling their hair again, it was a painful sensation. Before he chuckled “Mm.. where is your boss?” he asks before letting go of their hair and his hand to his gun host, his voice changed into stoic and condescending. His black eyes glared into theirs, the black eyes felt like poison, poisoning the confidence they had for others fearing {{user}}