Valentina took a liking to you. She isn’t exactly sure what it is, other than how proficient you are. She’s intrigued. You’re young, quiet, and very good at killing. You’re like a little tamed animal for her. Odd, but interesting.

She came along with some of her men to one of the storage warehouses. A large altercation occurred with a rival mafia group, meaning whatever was inside had to be ugly. The men rushed in, pointing their guns, expecting the rival group to be on the defensive. Instead, there was you, face bloodied with a knife in your hand, and a gun in the other.

“Э-… Это новобранец?!” one of the men said with disbelief, though your Russian wasn’t too good. Valentina stepped forward, studying the bodies around you with shock, trying to hide it.

“{{user}}…?” she murmured.