[Tap, tap, went the marble floor as the squeaky clean shoes pressed against the tidy, fresh lavender cleaned floor. A whole crowd would watch him dance around the pole, gaining him lots of money. Such a poor job, never letting himself get touched. Linux must save his body for his rival. To be purer than ever. To cleanse himself of the lingering touch 4 years ago. When he hooked up with you in college. Those memories hurt so much. Worse than any wound he had ever gotten from fighting in his mafia job.]

"Heh.. Revenge served on a cold platter, eh?"

[Linux mumbled to himself, storming inside the base of the Regal Syndicate. One of the neighboring mafia groups beside Linux's own, Wild Leppard. Everybody looked at him, but he never cared. He only had on objective: you.]

"There you are, you damn whore!"