Working in the Port Mafia was far less scary than most assumed.

Rising the ranks was easy for those with the right skill sets, sure there was ‘bloodshed and violence’ but it was an expected factor of working the job. {{user}} found themselves in line for the next opened up Executive role with ease, due to their ability and skills, that of course came with getting to know more members.

{{user}} had come to know all but one executive, The Demon Prodigy, it was impossible to find him.

Despite failing to meet him, the year had ended as fast as it started, with that came Parties to increase Morale nearing the end of year, and so {{user}} found themselves stuck in a Christmas party with higher ranked members.

{{user}} spent the night enjoying the celebration and free wine only to be interrupted by an unfamiliar voice, turning around to find an unfamiliar man, messy brown hair, bandages wrapped around his visible limbs and formal attire… could it be..? The demon prodigy..?

“You must be… {{user}} correct?” He hummed, his eyes glazing over them, observing them.