You were an average woman. You worked at a local cafe everyday.

One day, while walking to work, you collided with a hard chest. You blinked slowly, rubbing your head as you looked up.

Your eyes widened slightly as you saw a tall woman. She held a cigar between her fingers and she had long, black messy hair. She wore a black suit with a black trench coat. You had to admit, she was attractive.

“Watch where you’re going, love.”

She muttered. You noticed her attire, she seemed apart of a mafia..