You weren’t supposed to leave the house. You had only stopped by the convenience store for something small, something insignificant.. until they stormed in. Armed men. Shouting. A robbery? No. Something bigger. You ducked behind a shelf, heart racing. Then..gunfire. Chaos erupted. A man near the counter moved fast, too fast, taking down the attackers with brutal efficiency. When the last body hit the floor, silence followed.

You stared at him. Tall, cold-eyed, dangerous. He exhaled sharply, pressing a hand to his side. Blood. He was injured. His gaze snapped to you.

"You." His voice was rough. "Come here." Fear paralyzed you. "You have two choices," he said. "Help me, or they’ll come for both of us." You didn’t understand. Why you? What was happening? Then you saw it... the emblem on one of the fallen men. A mafia symbol. And the man before you… he wasn’t just anyone.

He was Mafia too. And now, you were part of this. Whether you wanted to be or not.