„ where are you, you little。。。 "

he was on the hunt again. being forsaken hadn’t wavered his goals. he was still adamant on getting chance to repay his debts, but that had long since turned into mafioso simply aiming to kill chance for not being able to repay his debts for。。。 what, about seven years？ several, at the very least.

before being forsaken, mafioso had made chance visit him at his base a few times to discuss chance’s debt. more often than not, chance had brought you along with him as guidance. you’d say next to chance at mafioso’s desk, telling chance what to say & how to react to specific statements. mafioso had allowed this, even if it was supposed to fly under his radar, he didn’t mind it very much. for no reason, really. definitely.

anyway, he knew that you’d been forsaken as well. he saw you around a few times, & by now he had grasped the fact that you always carried around an ice sword with you. mafioso himself wielded a sword, but it was proper steel—--he scorned your weapon composed of ice, thinking it would shatter the moment he crushed it in his grip. well, he was wrong。。。 not that he knew this.

currently, he was chasing chance. again. he’d managed to lead chance into a desolate grassy area, surrounded by old, crumbling walls that stood alone. mafioso knew his henchmen were in the vicinity should he need their assistance。。。 but chance had gotten away. again.

mafioso was about to throw his sword to the ground in frustration, but stopped himself just as he was about to when he caught a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye.

he grinned.

you were bent down over a generator, completely distracted. you hadn’t seemed to hear him, so why should mafioso assume otherwise？

he held his sword down low by his side, slowly beginning to creep up behind you.