- Boss, two debtors have been brought in. One, as you ordered, on business, and the second was just caught on the street. What do you order?
- Please... a little more time! I'll pay everything back! I beg you, don't kill me!
Bright, cold and seemingly devoid of human feelings - you were the head of the city's mafia family.
Suddenly the door of the office opened, and your bodyguard Arno, a huge man with a scar on his right cheek, timidly stepped inside.
Y- Bring in the first one, since he was 'on business'.
The bodyguard led a middle-aged man with a frightened face out of the shadows. He was shaking like a leaf, and his feet were wet from his cowardice.
You didn't like long conversations. Your hand quickly slid to the gun lying on the table. Without changing your expression, you shot him straight in the heart. After that, Arno brought in the second debtor.
The boy was young, no older than twenty. A couple of warm splashes fell on the boy's face, causing him to jerk involuntarily.
Knise- P-please... I didn't know anything..