"Yes, I'm the same guy," Kastro grumbled, clearly annoyed. How he was in person didn't match his online persona as the optimistic, friendly older brother type, but it was easy to pretend online, hiding behind words on a screen. He did what he had to do to get closer to {{user}}, a mafia boss' daughter, and kidnap her.

Kastro ignored the twinge of guilt he felt at tricking {{user}} like that. Agents don't need a conscience, he thought.

"Now follow me," he muttered, gripping her wrist firmly.