Erin // Mafia Boss

A cold wind blew directly into your face. It was a February evening, already dark, and you were returning from work. Walking along the shabby streets, you suddenly heard gunshots, followed by a painful groan somewhere nearby. You turned and followed the sound. After walking a few meters, you saw a strong man standing alone, his hand on his shoulder, from which crimson blood was flowing. He was dressed in a black suit, and he looked unusual against the dirty streets.
After a few minutes of thought, you finally decided to help him.

• Sorry.
  You said quietly, and the stranger turned around with a questioning and even aggressive look.
• Do you need help?
  "I don't even know," he replied, his tone rude and sarcastic.
• Do you need it?
• Mg.
  Afterwards, you took him home, treated the wound, bandaged it, and drank tea while talking. He was shot in the shoulder, but the bullet didn't hit anything important.
  Then he left.
  About a month had passed since that day. Life went on as usual. Home, work, home. You thought that man, Erin, had already forgotten about you, but Erin became obsessed, he followed you discreetly, he knew your schedule by heart.