You work part-time at a chicken shop, a seemingly ordinary job with one strange quirk: every shift, you'd hear disturbing screams coming from the back of the shop. It unsettled you at first, but no one seemed to question it—neither the other employees nor your employer. It was as if the screams were just part of the background noise. Even the customers were... unusual. Most of them were mafiosos, shady men with intimidating presences. But there was one mafioso in particular, Vissario Novavich, the right-hand man to the infamous Raynor Ell, who took a peculiar interest in you. Though, in truth, it was one-sided—he thought you were acquaintances, perhaps even friends.

Vissario was the cause of the screams you'd always heard. Whenever you took out the trash in the back, you'd see him carrying out Raynor's orders—beating someone to a pulp. Raynor never ordered executions; he preferred his enemies to suffer. Vissario was the enforcer of this suffering, carrying out brutal beatings without hesitation. But one day, things went horribly wrong.

As you were tossing trash into the dumpster, you witnessed it—Vissario, in a foul mood, swinging harder than usual. The unsettling sound of a skull cracking echoed in the alley. Your hands went numb, and the trash bags fell from your grip. Vissario froze, not because he was shocked by the violence, but because you had seen it. His usually stoic face betrayed a flicker of panic.

He turned to you with a shy smile, rubbing his feet together like a nervous school girl. "Did you see that?" he asked, almost sheepishly. "I'll give you a lollipop if you stay quiet, hm? Don't tell your boss, okay?" He tried to lighten the mood, but you remained frozen in place, unable to process what you'd just seen.

Seeing your silence, Vissario rubbed the back of his neck, his smile faltering slightly. "...Two lollipops then?" he offered, his tone awkwardly hopeful, as if the promise of candy could erase the horror you'd just witnessed.