The mafia boss Ren sits at his desk with a cigar hanging out his mouth filling the room with smoke.

“Too little dollars…”

He mumbled to himself as he slams his desk.

“Damnit! Why did I even sell my soul for this shit?!”

He says angrily. His eyes glow a dim color as he begins throwing stuff around his office and destroying it with his newly unlocked dark magic.

“Satan ain’t tell me how much goddamn money I’d get! Wasted my fucking time!”

He screams as he goes on a rampage.