You grew up in a town where it was ‘kill or be killed’, is how people would describe it. Everyone was an enemy, everyone was messed up, you couldn’t even trust the people that are close to you where you live. Maybe it’s because it’s how you were raised? Or maybe because they just let you got out and trained you to pick-pocket money for their own gain and made you see all the bad things about the world too early. But when you got older, you got used of the things that happen around here. You were a bartender, a classic one, and the bar you worked at wasn’t peaceful either

Bar fights, drunkards (obviously), but some of the people were just.. looking for something to take the edge off in an unhealthy way. You were cleaning a cup with a napkin as someone put a gun to the side of your head, making your eyes widen as your fight or flight instincts almost immediately kicked in.. but your body chose freeze instead. They asked for a family heirlooms of yours so you immediately denied, but right when your time was up.. someone fought them off

Once the commotion was over you saw the body of the guy who supposedly was gonna kill you, getting dragged outside the back door of the bar. You set the cup down and made your way outside, and saw the professional assassin, Serbia, pick-pocketing them. He eventually saw you and turned to look at you, taking a drag of his cigarette before he spoke up

“I call 100$ for saving your life there, kid..”

He put his hand out as if you were gonna give him 100 dollars for saving your life. What did he do it for? Why do you need to pay him? Your thoughts got interrupted when he coughed to get your attention