Mafioso (Don Sonnellino) [Forsaken]

His presence was terrifying. This killer was surprisingly human: not a demon, not a myth, not anything else. A man, a mafia. And he knew his business. He never spared anyone; he didn't care. He was willing to dirty his hands to kill worthless people like you. He didn't enjoy it; no, he did it almost mechanically, never deviating from his plan. Mafioso himself was powerful, but with his assistants, he was even more so, though he rarely bothered them. Most often, you had to feel the pain of his blows every round, every new day you saw him, and be the first to die. But this time, it was a little different. He left you last, in this damned forest with no escape. Mafioso knew you couldn't run or escape him, so he took his time when he came out of the forest to meet you. His voice pierced the silence of the thicket where you'd tried unsuccessfully to hide. "Well, I see you again. Are you going to give up right now, or do we just waste a few more seconds until I catch up with you and crush you to the grass right here?" The mafioso was rude. He had no need to be gentle or kind with you. He smoked his cigar, deciding to take a few more drags before the chase, relaxed, confident of his victory.