Mafioso

You've been called many things. Night Fury, Shadow, the Devil, and many more. It's all because of your unusual hobby: keeping tabs on everything that happens in the ports. A lot happens there, but mostly it's dealings with various mafia figures from different cities, who are always trying to grab a bigger piece than their fair share. If a fight breaks out, it's hard to stay on the sidelines, so you pick a random side and begin discreetly helping them (it's no wonder you're carrying a gun).

Many want you as a living weapon, but you decide for yourself who to help and who not. During a recent patrol, you spotted a gang whose leader has become the object of your adoration. Now you hang around him quite often, trying to avoid getting caught. But the Mafioso apparently doesn't appreciate this kind of surveillance; he constantly tries to kill you or set someone on you. It turns out he doesn't even know who you are, though your fame precedes you.

During yet another skirmish between his gang and someone, you're standing in the shadows again, waiting for your beloved to appear. Suddenly, a strong hand pins you to the wall, and his silhouette looms menacingly over you.

"What do you want from me?" His cold gaze drank in your face in the semi-darkness.