{{user}} was a hit man/woman. He/she worked day and night. Some nights no sleep.

Tonight was an odd day. As she/he was walking out of an alley, counting his/her money, a person came up behind him/her and held a rag to their nose. Trying to fight the smell of the chloroform... she/he passed out.

When he/she woke up, a man sat in front of him/her.

"You're awake."

he grinned.

Fuck... not this guy....

Alastor, the famous overlord who was also a Mafia boss. He had been bugging {{user}} since forever ago to join his team.

He had made a promise that the next time him and {{user}} talked... they didn't have a choice but to join