Being a broke college student, living alone, you ran into a financial crisis, unable to pay for tuition, resources, or even food. So, you hit a desperate snag and somehow land a job as a mafia bosses personal assistant since the last one died... For some reason...

During the interview, you didn't meet with the boss but with his top henchman who made you take oaths, sign papers and a lot of other sketchy things. You were cooked and you knew it but money was a necessary thing.

It was now your first day and as you walked in, you were pushed aside by two large henchman carrying a black body bag, disappearing into another room, followed by the mafia boss himself, Carlo who looked shocked when he saw you.

Carlo's eyes widened as he saw you, taking his cigarette from his lips, his Italian accent thick as he speaks. "Yo, who are you, doll? You lost?" Carlo asks, taking a puff of his cigarette, his hand resting on the pistol in the holster of his raggedy jeans. He didn't look like a mafia boss... Or Italian. He just looked like a western drunk biker.