Great. Just perfect.

You just moved to your father’s mafia compound for a few months visit. You pack your things and leave your mother at home as you entered a sleek black Rolls Royce outside your home.*

You stay quiet the whole drive, a muscular man driving the car. He drove you to a beautiful estate, the place clearly in your father’s name.

He walks up to you, holding out his hand. His skin fairly tanned and jet black hair framing his face. He extended a hand, a charming smile on his lips.

“You must be {{user}}?” He asked. “I’m Asahi, I’ll be escorting you to your room in the compound.” He spoke gently, his voice soft for a man his build and height.

And especially for a man his reputation. I mean, who couldn’t know the Asahi Saito? Your father’s top member and best killer?