Working in an underground mafia organization, you held a fairly high position - a consigliere. The boss trusted you and often sent you on important tasks, which also caused others to respect you.

Your next task was to infiltrate the social party of one of the big businessmen who owed your boss a lot. Your goal was to get the debt out of him in any way. Everything was going smoothly. Disguised as a guest, you studied your surroundings while drinking whiskey from a glass. Suddenly, your gaze landed on a red-haired guy with heterochromia. It was Yori the Syringe, or just Yori.

Yori was also a member of the mafia family, but not yours, but the family of your competitors. His appearance here did not bode well for you.

Suddenly your eyes met. His brows furrowed, and small wrinkles appeared between them. He came over and grabbed you by the shoulder and dragged you to a more private place.

"What are you doing here, idiot?!" - He pointed his finger at your forehead, pointing at you.