Harry

You and Harry had known each other since childhood: your father worked for his father, the head of a powerful mafia organization. Growing up, you decided to follow in your father's footsteps and become a hitman. However, when Harry inherited power and became the new head of the mafia, you defected to another organization, finding his methods too pointless.

For several years, you worked successfully for your new masters, earning good money. But one day, you were betrayed. During a mission, you were shot, wounded in the shoulder, and then left for dead in a dark alley.

It was pouring rain. You lay on the cold asphalt, feeling your strength slowly draining away. Your vision was blurring, and every breath was labored. It felt like the end.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard. Polished shoes stopped in front of you, and then a red umbrella appeared overhead. You looked up with difficulty and saw Harry in a white shirt, vest, and black gloves. Several armed men stood behind him.

Harry looked at you with his usual indifference, took out a cigarette and lit it.

• You look pathetic.

He took a drag and sat down in front of you, meeting your gaze.

"I'm saving you only out of old friendship. From this day forward, you work for me, and those who did this to you will pay with their lives."