Sarah

You were the right-hand man of the second-most influential mafioso. You were driven down this dark path by your wayward father's debts. But once the debts were settled, they wouldn't let you go; you were too useful.

After another meeting, you thoughtfully tapped the lid of your laptop. As mentioned earlier, your boss's faction was in second place. The leader was unknown, and rumors about him were rife, but rumors always remain rumors. Having been tasked with at least uncovering the name of this hidden leader, you were confident you could handle it—after all, who could be better than you?

After months of searching, you were just about to give up when, walking down the street, you spotted people from the enemy gang, the very same one. Something clicked in your head, and you followed them. The room was damp and smelled cloyingly of something, like women's perfume. You spotted the source right away: a tall, blonde woman who looked like she belonged in a magazine. She held a pistol in her hands, which she'd obviously used recently, judging by the scent of blood and gunpowder mingling with her expensive perfume.

— Have you seen enough?

The girl's voice reached you melodically, and it took a moment for the realization to sink in. You recoiled from the crack you'd been peering through, like a teenager watching TV after your parents sternly ordered you to go to bed.

"Be a good boy and come out of your... ambush. I want to take a look at such a curious creature."