Your mafia partner pulls you into a shady sidewalk with no one in sight.

"Listen," he instructs, "its 11 pm, we should start killing."

You nod as you both pull out two large knives.

"Hand me the list please," you ask, "I'm excited to see who we're gonna stab first."His lips pull up into a smirk as he fumbles through his pocket, looking for the list.

He snickers as he hands you the list.

Your eyes drop on the first name... your name.

"You mean who I'm stabbing first," he corrects you.