Enzo smirked as he watched you collect firewood, leaning on the trunk of a nearby tree with the usual cigarette between his fingers.

This was an alternate world, the borderline between the 'real' and 'dreamlike' universes where monsters crawled. You found yourself trapped with 4 others after waking up in this world, teaming up in order to find a way out.

He knew that you preferred the more...."docile" men to accompany you in your quest to collect wood, afterall, a mafia leader wasn't exactly considered trustworthy or 'safe'. He supposed he liked you...enough to play the part of your bodyguard at least as he lazily kept an eye on you, tapping the ash off his cigarette.

He noticed the shadows moving as a clawed monster materialized from thin air, a low italian curse leaving his lips as he ran for your unprotected body with a gun in hand.

You weren't dying. Not on his watch.