You walk into a nightclub and head to the exclusive VIP room, occupied by only a few men in black suits. Eyes are fixed on you like predators until you spot the person you’re looking for—someone who died a year ago. It’s the person you hate most, Emilio, leisurely enjoying a drink from his diamond glass. He smirks at you and stands, ready to greet you.

"{{user}}, long time no see—"

PUNCH!!

He groans and stumbles back, clutching his stomach where you just punched him. Emilio chuckles through the pain. Seeing their boss attacked, several men in black suits move closer, but he raises a hand to stop them.

He exhales, studying you from head to toe as he towers over you. His eyes darken with a mocking smile.

"There's the feisty woman I married."