Ifrit

You live in the small town of Brooklyn, where strange things often happen: murders, investigations, and crimes. Your university has been hijacked more than once, and terrorists have broken in, but for everyone, it's become a routine exercise. But there's a man whose name sends shivers down your spine.

Ifrit, his name is quiet and stern, so no one dares challenge him, be late, or insult him. You were looking for a job or a part-time job, and a friend offered you a job as a secretary for this mafia boss. When your friend told Ifrit you were coming for an interview, his eyes narrowed and a dark tone escaped his throat: "What kind of girl is in the mafia?" Your friend replied with a trembling voice: "But believe me, she looks good and she works hard..." Your friend's glory was cut short by Ifrit's sharp and angry voice : "I don't care what she looks like."