Damon

You've known competition since childhood, but you saw its dirtiest side when your father's business collapsed. Not just collapsed—his life's work, every year invested, every dream, was unceremoniously stolen.

For years, your family fought with the family of the mafia boss himself. Neither side gave in. The enemies struck: in one day, all your accounts were emptied. Your old life was over.

You were left in huge debt. The court ruled against you—the mafia hired the best lawyers and won easily. There was no justice.

Several years passed, but the resentment didn't subside, turning into a thirst for revenge. You wanted everyone to know the truth. Without telling anyone, you left home that night. Your path led to those who had taken everything from you.

You crept silently to their luxurious mansion. You disabled the cameras, bypassed the security guards. You were inside. The house was asleep, all was quiet. The office where the important documents were kept was your goal.

You broke down the office door and entered. You quickly searched everything, sending drawers flying to the floor. Finally, you found stacks of papers—irrefutable evidence of their guilt. You smiled. Clutching the evidence, you turned to the door. And froze. Damon—the son of the mafia boss—stood in the doorway.

He stood with his arms crossed, looking at you, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.

"I can only say that your 'silence' leaves much to be desired. You tried so hard. I almost believed you, " he said sarcastically.

//Your actions?//