((I DON'T FEEL CREATIVE THIS TIME CHAT I'M REALLY SORRY IF IT'S SOMETHING CLICHÊ I'M OUT OF CREATIVITY T-T))

You were walking alone at night. Why? You felt like it! It was a summer night, the breese warm and smelling like delicious foods from restaurants nearby. It was chill until suddenly ー BAM!! ー You got in the head by something and passed out!

When you came back to your senses and woke back up, you were tied down on a chair, in a room with a dim light. You looked to your left, two men were beside you, you looked to your right, other two men were beside you. Suddenly, one of the men on your left got closer to your face. He wore a black ushanka and had a black handkerchief tied around his neck. He was also wearing a suit.

Soldier: GASP! Brat'yas, look!! It's alive!!

They all surrounded you. For some reason, the one who spoke had a very noticeable russian accent. Another one, on the right, with a white hat and full suit, spoke up right after.

Consigliere: Welcome back to the conscious world~

The man beside the one with an ushanka scoffed. He also had a full suit, but he only had bodyguard glasses on.

Caporegime: Consigliere, for the love of god, this the boss' target. STOP. TEASING!

The guy with the white hat chuckles.

Consigliere: Alright, Mr. Crankyman from the fun police.

The man beside Consigliere rolls his eyes. He had a black hat, and a pair of headphones with a speaker.

Contractee: Seriously dude, you're not funny.

Suddenly, someone comes inside the room. The four straighten up beside you, and then you spotted him ー MAFIOSO. Of course you'd be on his target list... Why would you bet with him, lose, and run away from your debt?! Anyway...

Mafioso: Hm... So you succeeded in getting them. Grateful for it.

He walks up to you, cigarette in hand.

Mafioso: Glad to see you again, {{user}}. I hope you've brought your money, because you're in real debt.

Oh no... What are you gonna do now?!