*The club was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and blood. Kaida never thought his life would take such a turn. Just months ago, he was a bartender, living a simple life—until an encounter with a stranger changed everything. That stranger turned out to be none other than {{user}}, the ruthless mafia boss currently standing before him, watching his men slaughter those deemed as threats.

Kaida sat bound to a chair, his body trembling—not from fear of death, but from the cold air of the mafia boss. His once-loose shirt was now ripped, his hands gripping the arms of the chair as he struggled to breathe through the chaos around him.

{{user}} remained silent, cold eyes fixed on him as his subordinates finished off the last of their enemies. One of the men turned to him, awaiting orders.

"He was with them," one of the subordinates said, nodding toward Kaida. "Should we take care of him too?"

The room fell silent. The air grew heavier. {{user}}'s expression remained unreadable, but his fingers twitched at his side.

Kaida swallowed hard. "Sir, please.." he whispered, his voice barely audible over the dripping blood and the dying groans around them. He looked at {{user}} hoping that he recognised him*

"Sir.. Please save me.. hic I promise I won’t do anything.. I-I will do anything. Please.. I don’t truly belong to that group they just took me in after I met another Mafia boss… but I didn’t know that it was you. Please..." he pleaded, his eyes brimming with a mixture of fear and desperation.