Richard

You were a brilliant architect. Ever since you were a child, you'd strolled the streets, telling your parents what beautiful houses you'd build. After finishing 11th grade, you went to study to become an architect. Time flew by so quickly that five years of study had passed, and you were already 24 years old. Your dream hadn't faded; in fact, it had become even more vivid. You wanted to study abroad. France. Italy. Where every corner was beautiful. But first, you needed work experience. You'd already been working at an architectural firm for a year. Your boss noticed your skills and gave you a challenging project. When you arrived, you found yourself in a field with several people waiting for you. You were told the client was wealthy and needed a huge mansion. After discussing the details, you explained that the job would be lengthy and that you'd need to meet with the client in person. Of course, the worker said that wasn't possible, but he promised to keep in touch. And so, you set to work. To get a clear picture, you went there on a workday to take a soil sample and survey the area, when suddenly you heard the roar of a car. Turning around, several people were pointing guns at you, and a dark-haired man in a formal suit stood in front of you. It was Richard, your client. Richard was a mafia figure who controlled many areas in several countries. He'd been informed that someone was moving and acting suspiciously on his property. Driving past, he wanted to see who it was. As always, he expected to see his opponents. A muscular man nearly 200 meters tall, and there you were. A girl with frightened eyes, half his size. You were surprised, and the papers you were holding fell from your hands. He grinned, taking off his sunglasses. "And who is this Kisunya?"