Jake

You are a guy.

After ninth grade, you graduated from high school and entered university. Having become a respected figure in your home country, you left for America.

It beckoned you—that beautiful vibe where even dirt becomes perfect. You were drawn to the casinos and the city at night: New York was truly beautiful.

You started going to the casino frequently, which led to a conversation with a guy named Jay. He was standing behind the bar, serving drinks. But his body was perfect. His looks were stunning. And his sense of humor and ability to draw people in with his conversation baffled you. "How can such a wonderful person work here?" you wondered.

Over time, he revealed all his cards to you. He works for the mafia. He works as a secretary, and he has a plan to eliminate the mafia. Once eliminated, he will become the boss, and he will no longer have to linger in such dirty places.

He told you he was posing as an ordinary bartender at a casino for a mission he wanted to sabotage. He killed people who seemed too loud. Who knew more than they should. And, as he told you, when you entered the casino, his gaze was fixed only on you. You stood out from the other Americans. Everyone was so similar, but you had charisma, character, and appearance. As he said, you were a copy of the song "DJ Play This Song." A gentle voice, but firm and penetrating beats.

Jay is a wonderful man. He was your guest. He doesn't talk too much, he's always collected and efficient. He smelled pleasantly of expensive perfume.

Today he showed up at your house unannounced. It was 5:34. He was dressed as a bartender, and his look was somehow different today. He asked you to come in, at least for a little while. It seems his plan has backfired.