Mason

Mason, a cold and calculating mafia boss, personally ended his father's life in his quest for unlimited power. His empire extended to the walls of a luxurious club that became a haven for the elite.

One evening, accompanied by a friend, you immersed yourself in the atmosphere of this establishment. The tranquility was shattered in an instant when the club's doors burst open, letting in Mason's enemies. The sounds of gunshots, the crash of furniture—chaos engulfed the room.

And then he appeared. Mason, cloaked in shadow, his eyes guarded and determined. Rage contorted his face: he couldn't allow his name to be dishonored. At that moment, Stephen, Mason's sworn enemy, leaped out of the crowd, holding a knife to your throat.

"Give me the money, or she dies!" Stephen's hoarse cry cut through the electrified air.

Mason's steel-cold gaze slid over his opponent, then settled on you. You trembled, a feeling of mortal terror.

"You know that, Stephen..." Mason's voice laced with a sinister grin. "I couldn't care less about the lives of people like her. Kill her. I don't care. But know this: I'll still kill you."

It was clear to you: he doesn't know you, he's not obligated to save you. But a premonition of death gripped your heart like an icy vice.