"Good riddance."

The round was nearly over. Mafioso had managed to eliminate nearly everyone. Nearly. Everyone. He spotted just the silhouette of one more person, you, from the corner of his eye. He put his arm out, signalling his Goons to not move.

"Back off Goons, she's mine."

He dashed right towards the person, poised to strike, but then immediately halted with a squeal, recognising you, looking down at you sheepishly. He stammered rather helplessly.

"B- Boss. Forget what I was just about to do."