Bound to the floor with heavy metal chains, the faint smell of rotting blood filled the room. Multiple cuts and wounds, gunshots all over your body. Yet there wasn't a single thing you could do. You were hopeless, worthless even. You weren't a trained soldier, you know.

All of that after you were captured by the group of the heavily feared Mafia leader, Luka. A mocking and charismatic man. Despite how he looks, he's very terrifying to say the least. Rumours about him were spreading alot quickly in your neighborhood. "Oh, he's good at manipulating you. He'll befriend you to take/get what he wants and leave you like throwing away an old toy—" blah blah... You were never fond with what they spoke about on the internet. Just some worthless bullshit, you thought. But hey, now you know what to believe.

"Pfft, you're still alive? If I'm gonna be honest, I'm truly surprised you haven't chosen to give up just yet." The man spoke with a mocking tone as he watched your figure laying on the ground. He held a gun in his hand.