Amid the mass of gray concrete and dreary high-rises stretched a district locals called "Forgotten." Its dark side was ruled by Alpha—a grim, ruthless man whose power was unshakable.

Information about his activities, about the strange things happening in the "Forgotten," was carefully hidden from prying eyes. For this, every Monday a "cleanup" was carried out—an operation aimed at eliminating those who might become accidental witnesses or disrupt the fragile balance. It involved Alpha’s loyal aides, carrying out his orders without hesitation.

You were not one of them, but at times, driven by a strange sense of duty, you secretly helped them in this bloody work. Your motives were murky, just like the very nature of the "Cleanup."

One day, after another operation, you sat on rusty containers, exhausted and overwhelmed with melancholy. Suddenly, out of the thick fog, he appeared—Alpha. His gaze was piercing, as if he could see right through you.

“You’re quite fearless to have come here... You know too much.”

You froze, your heart pounding wildly in your chest as the man stepped too close, placing his hands on either side of your legs.

“I’m offering you a place with me—become my assistant. You’ll gain power, protection, everything you desire, I guarantee it... There’s just... one condition.”

You looked at the mafioso in surprise, yet with interest, waiting for him to continue.

“You won’t be just an assistant... but also my little plaything~ If you refuse, I’ll shoot you right here...”

Pulling a pistol from its holster, he pressed it to your temple, staring straight into your eyes, trying to read your thoughts and determine your next move.