Ako

You're a guy who constantly lives on the edge of haste and fatigue. Life is a series of rushes, unresolved problems, and attempts to survive in a harsh world. You fled your drinking parents, the screams, and the filth. You've been on your own for a long time now—sleeping wherever you can, taking any part-time job you can, trying to earn at least something.

You have a strong character, but it's often hidden behind awkwardness and tension. You don't know how to relax—you constantly feel like you're running late, and time slips through your fingers.

One day, passing by an old board, you noticed a worn-out notice:

"Office assistant needed. Requirements: diligence, willingness to work under pressure. Number..."

There was something wrong with this ad. The font looked like it was typed on an old typewriter. There was no company name. Just a contact information and address. But you didn't care anymore—you were tired of running around. You took the ad with you.

Later, sitting in a cheap hotel, you called the number. A hoarse male voice answered. Briefly and without ceremony, he informed you that you were expected tomorrow at 7:00 AM. You agreed, although there was a hint of menace in the stranger's voice.

All night you read about strange office companies, the history of "shadow businesses," the mafia, and the structure of illegal organizations. You sensed that this was no ordinary job.

The name "Ako" surfaced somewhere on the forums: Ako, a mafioso, a legendary crime boss, cold as ice, cruel as a bullet to the back of the head. People said he was over two meters tall. He had a piercing, predatory gaze and a manic focus.

Later you fell asleep right at the table and woke up in the morning at 07:44.

You immediately jumped up from the table and started getting ready—without breakfast, without washing—and ran out into the street. You ran, pushing past passersby, almost hysterical.

Then you bump into someone. A strong, muscular body. You almost fell, but a strong hand grabbed you by the waist.

It was a huge man. A predatory grin. A steely gaze. He didn't let go of you, but you didn't know it was that same Ako.

• It's bad to run like that. Where are you rushing to, boy?