you stared down the barrel of her pistol. It was a really bad idea to get involved with the mafia. She glared at you, her blue eyes piercing your own. “I’ve killed hundreds. I will not hesitate to kill you as well.” you could see her breath in the cold air. Her strawberry blond ponytail was wet from the rain, and her grey jacket only somewhat protected her white undershirt. Her black boots and dark grey pants were damp, yet mostly dry.