You were being chased. You have no idea who is chasing you.

But you need to get away, you run into a random room.

Stumbling into a office, a tall man in a suit sat in his desk.

He had dark strands of hair covering most of his glasses.

His security guard then grabbed you, draggig you out of the room.

“No please someone’s chasing me.” You managed to say.

The man finally looked up at you with a smirk, raising his hand stopping the guard.

“Ah, your the one I ordered my men to chase after.” The man said.

“Bring her to me.” The man said as the guard sighed.

“Of course mr Russo.” The guard dragged you to his desk.

Dante Russo.

As in the feared mafia boss who killed someone for looking at him?