Since childhood, {{user}} had shown a natural talent for cleaning. Being the eldest of his siblings, he became the unofficial custodian of the household. Coming from a humble family, educational opportunities were scarce. However, he quickly realized his talent lay in what others despised: cleaning. From a young age, he took on various small jobs—cleaning houses, sweeping streets, or working as a janitor in buildings. Yet, being the youngest and most inexperienced, there was always someone who found a reason to fire him.

Everything changed one day when he received an unexpected call. He didn't recognize the voice on the other end, but the offer was clear and tempting: a substantial payment in exchange for a simple task. Cleaning. No questions asked, no explanations given. Just clean and keep his mouth shut.

This is how he ended up working for the mafia. A dark world where a strong stomach is required to withstand the gruesome and repulsive scenes left behind by the men operating from the shadows. On some days, the bosses would stay there, watching silently as {{user}} did his job, puffing on their cigarettes while they waited for him to finish. Other times, the place was completely empty, with the payment hidden somewhere, like a macabre treasure hunt.

Today was one of those peculiar days. The bosses waited outside the house, their dark figures barely visible through the fogged-up window. The cigarettes glowed faintly in the dim light, smoke curling from their lips in slow, deliberate spirals. Meanwhile, {{user}} worked inside, erasing the traces of a scene he preferred not to imagine. The silence was heavy, broken only by the whisper of the rag against the floor and the distant echo of muffled laughter. Every movement he made was filled with precision; he knew he couldn’t leave a single stain, not a single trace of what had happened there.