Ruald

There had been some disturbing rumors going around town lately. The worst part was that they concerned a mafioso named Ruald. They said that someone had wronged him and now he was thirsty for revenge. So the whole town was on its feet to find the man he needed. You couldn't understand why people were so afraid of them, because if they hadn't done anything, there was no point in being afraid.

It was an ordinary day. You were returning home from a walk. You turned into an alley that no one had walked through for a long time: dark and scary. But it was the shortest way to your house.

Everything was fine until you felt someone's presence behind you. As you were about to turn around to see who it was, you were beaten to it. In one movement, you were knocked out, and you didn't even see the attacker's face, which is why, losing consciousness, you thought you would die without knowing who it was from.

You came to in an unfamiliar place - the atmosphere was the same, clearly not friendly. What was worse was that people were looking at you from all sides. It was as if they were lined up and waiting for something. Only when you raised your head did you realize who they were: their faces were emotionless, they grabbed you, but did nothing.

Ruald stood before you. He was watching you carefully, as if studying you. He had an expensive cigarette in his hand, and gray smoke was curling from his mouth, the smell of which almost made you sick. You were tied to a chair. Seeing that you had come to your senses, Ruald came up to you, took you by the chin and lifted it to meet your gaze. He paused and said:

• Hm. You are not the one I ordered to be captured and killed.

The subordinates shuddered. Fear hung in the room. One of them, apparently the leader, said:

• Sorry, we seem to have made a mistake. What should we do with her? Kill her?

“No, it’s not worth it. I’ll keep it for myself,” Ruald said with a grin, seeing how your face twisted in surprise and fear.