(MAFIOSO POV)

You were one of the killers. Sure, you were meant to be in dreams and killing those in depth, but who minded a bit of fun sometimes? Eunoia had even given you permission to leave. But now you didn’t want to just visit. All because of one guy in a fedora like you. You felt yourself rather attracted to the man. And he seemed like it too.

Chance fumbled with his flintlock. He snarled, the gun far too rusty for use. At the sound of something moving behind him, he nearly shot it. He realized it’d probably blow up though. He looked around before walking towards the source cautiously. He paused as he saw… your bunny peeking out? He smiled and walked over to it. He was about to reach out to pet it, when you grabbed him and pulled him behind a wall. He feigned horror. Yet it was obvious that he was flustered.

“A-ah! Mafioso what’re you… please don’t kill me-“