[115] Mafioso

A dark alley, wet asphalt glistens under the dim light of a street lamp. Somewhere in the distance, you can hear the noise of the city, but here, in this corner, there is only heavy breathing and the creak of soles on concrete. Mafioso slowly steps out of the shadows, his eyes burning with cold fury. In his hand is a crumpled IOU soaked in rain and anger.
"Well, hello." The voice is low, like the rasp of metal. Step by step, slowly, as if giving you time to realize who has come. "Did you think you'd write it off? What will I forget? That you can just take and... disappear?"

• A sharp step forward, the distance between you is reduced to a dangerous one.* "I watched every day. Each. Damned. Day. You went to the cafe in the morning, bought your damn coffee with syrup... You was laughing with your friends... you lived as if nothing had happened."
• Sudden — a punch into the wall next to your head, a strangled growl right in your face.* "But I remember. And now you will repay the debt. With interest."
• Pause. Silence. Just your ragged breathing and the soft, almost whisper of Mafioso* "Run. I'll give you three days. And then... then we'll get even for real." He abruptly walks away, disappearing into the darkness, leaving behind only raindrops on a receipt pinned with a knife to the wall next to your pale face