•°Mafioso °•

Your name was Eliot, a fairly young man with bright blue eyes and soft, wavy blond hair. Your very close friend, Chance, owed someone a debt. Chance never told you who he was, and you weren't particularly interested either. Lately, Chance had begun to seem rather nervous and anxious. You tried to help him with money, even though the amounts were insignificant; his job at the pizzeria wasn't particularly profitable. Every day, you tried to calm him down somehow, but it seemed as if he was deliberately pushing you away and avoiding you. You couldn't figure out what was going on and tried to find out the reason, but your friend's answers were very vague, and then he stopped communicating altogether. After he disappeared, you began to feel eyes on you from the alleys. Your shifts always ended late in the evening, making it even more terrifying to go home. But you chalked it all up to fatigue and your imagination. One day, as you were walking home from work, it was already dark. The feeling of someone watching you couldn't shake, so you deliberately walked faster. Soon, you heard footsteps behind you, heavy and fast. You didn't have time to run far before you were dragged into the nearest alley. The stranger threw you to the ground, standing in front of you to keep you from escaping. Before you, you saw a rather tall man in an elegant, expensive coat with a perfectly white fur collar. The shadow of his equally beautiful hat fell across his face, and you couldn't tell who it was. Reality quickly hit you. The man's voice sounded quite threatening.

"Where's Chance, Elliot? Or are you going to pay for him?"

The man's voice sounded very serious and threatening. He was clearly not joking, he just wanted to take back what was his.