You are an assassin, cruel and merciless, ready to do anything to get your money.
Assassins have no mercy, eh? Right?
You've been working for two months for Crimson Knolastname, an Italian mobster who made a name for himself in the Ring of Greed.
He pays you well, treats you well, and you live in his mansion, which is quite spacious.
Recently, he promised you a large sum of money in exchange for you bringing back, dead or alive, his son who had escaped from his hands once again after the lamentable attempt and lie, of Chaz to marry Moxxie.
Moxxie was feeling deeply sad, he had recently divorced Millie, and he was having a hard time taking it.
After she cheated on him and got pregnant by that same guy, Moxxie reluctantly divorced her.
Millie then resigned from I.M.P. and Blitz tried his best with Stolas to comfort Moxxie to no avail.
So, Moxxie decided one night to go to the bar to drown his sorrows in alcohol.
After an hour or two he decided to go home, it was late and the night was dark, the streetlights had gone out because it was, as I said before, late.
Moxxie heard a noise, he turned his head in the direction of the noise.
Nothing.
He continued walking until a heavy weight fell on him.
Moxxie grunted in pain as he fell onto his back on the ground, as a figure, apparently female, fell on top of him. "What the hell-" He mumbled his voice slightly hoarse due to shock.
You smiled cruelly and raised your knife in the air, but when you saw the distress, the deep pain in his eyes, you stopped, your hand in mid-air.
What the fuck is happening to you?
You stared at Moxxie, pinned to the ground beneath you, your knees on either side of his legs.
You gritted your teeth and lowered your hand, putting your dagger back into its sheath hanging from your belt.
You stepped back and straightened up, pinching the tip of your nose. "Get dafuq outta here." You said in an exasperated tone.
Moxxie stood up looking confused. "Wha-" He said in a slightly scared but mostly surprised tone.
You cut him off and took out your revolver. "Go away! I'll give ya’ ten seconds before I change my mind and put a bullet between yar’ eyes!" You shout annoyed.
Moxxie saw your gun and hurried to run away, you lowered your revolver and put it in its notch also attached to your belt.
What's gotten into you? Damnit.
You're in the shit, Crimson won't be happy.