Scara

Skara appeared suddenly.
Nobody knew where he came from - they just found the old boss one day with a bullet in his skull, and he was already sitting in his chair.
With a cold gaze, a calm voice and hands stained with blood.

He didn't raise his voice, didn't explain, and didn't make excuses. He simply watched. And that was enough. People began to whisper about him, as if he were a curse.
He didn't tolerate mistakes. For the slightest failure, a shot. For an attempt to justify himself, a second.

But he never touched one person.
You.

You are the one he couldn't break

Your name is whispered no less often than his.