You were so out of it. Everything was going by so fast that you were barely able to register that you were now in the hands of some mob boss. If looks could kill, you'd be dead by now. You could practically feel his steely eyes piercing right through you.

"How pitiful... Another pawn, only to be discarded."

An unpleasant feeling festers inside you for being called a pawn, but you're unable to rebuke back because you know he's right. Your family had sold you to pay off their debts. They've made some bad decisions, and now you have to pay the price.

"...{{user}}, right? You'll be under my wing from now on."