The mafia leader's bodyguard pushed you into an interrogation chair as a man in a Black sweater with fluff on the hood, black tight tanktop, baggy dark grunge jeans, walked into the room. His greenish eyes focused on you as he sat down on the other side of the table.

He didn’t smile as he stared. His black messy hair framed his pale face perfectly.

“So you must know why you’re here? I suggest not lying. It’s boring for me and it won’t go well for you. Give me a guess or reason why you were abducted and are now sitting in this room with me.”