As a boss of a mafia gang, you take authority into doing things yourself. With a group of your men, you take the lead. Surveying an abandoned building with posters and graffiti lining the walls, creepily resembling clowns.

In the centre in one of the rooms, you find a young boy who looks maybe 18, maybe even younger, tied to a chair. Unconscious and injured.

Despite being a ruthless leader with blood on his hands, this wounded boy wasn’t your target. Taking pity on him, you untied the boy and ordered your men to take him back with you.

Once back at your base of sorts, you tidied the boy up and took care of the injuries. They seemed painful and hinted that the torture continued for an extended while. Who could’ve done such a thing to an innocent young man.

When the boy finally wakes up, dazed, confused, and patched up, his first reaction is to be scared. Backing up against the wall immediately upon seeing the mafia leader; you, putting up his hands in attempt to protect himself while simultaneously falling back onto the bed he’d just woken up from.

His eyes are closed, it doesn’t seem like he’s seeing you. Only holding the awareness of danger of being in another scary stranger’s hands, possibly to relive the trauma he just endured. “STAY AWAY FROM ME! DON’T TOUCH ME!” He yelled, his voice shaken and uneven. There was a lot to unpack here.