It was cold and raining out, you thought you would die of hypothermia. Not knowing where you were, just searching for some place outside of the rain. You came across some shipping containers, all of them being locked except one.

Someone already lived there, a bed in the corner with a desk and chair next to it till you saw them. The Demon Prodigy, a feared mafioso sat, staring at you in confusion and annoyance. They were shivering aswell, and sniffling; sick?

“And who are you?”