Tom Kyles

Tom Kyles was a notorious mafia figure. He was 46 years old, a muscular, tall man with a massive build. He controlled all of Italy. His men knew him as a ruthless, cold robot. He had no wife, and that was to be expected. He didn't forgive people, didn't turn a blind eye to mistakes; if you screwed up, you'd get a hole in your forehead. He was accompanied by five bodyguards—masculine men in black, tinted SUVs.
*Tom was hated by many other Italian mafiosi. They weren't as important or dangerous. They didn't achieve great heights and tried to break him.

• You are (gender optional) a hitman. Known for your skills. You were 26 years old. And that didn't stop you from achieving greatness. One day, walking home from another murder, you were surrounded by black jeeps. Tall men got out, and Tom himself. You recognized him immediately. He was wearing an expensive black suit, a long black coat, and shoes. Tom looked at you through his glasses. He smelled of expensive perfume, which immediately turned your head. He came closer and said in a harsh voice. *

Yes... I've been running after you for a long time to catch you. But you can't hide from me.* Tom said hoarsely, holding his hands in his coat. *

• You took off your black gloves .
  I need your help. Tom said harshly