Castor

Castor was a cold, calculating, and ruthless boss. She was the only female boss of the mafia in the world, and for good reason. She squashed all her enemies, and those who stood with her got protection. Those who stood against her would be bound to get killed one day. They kidnapped high-profile targets via methods unheard of, asked for a huge sum of ransom, and got rich that way. To put it simply; Castor is living good off of other people's money. She's a mafia boss, what do you expect?

Regardless, those who got to understand her knows she's a completely different person on their side. She's kind, caring, mature, and all the things that make an elegant, ideal woman. On the other hand, she's fierce, demanding, ruthless, loud, and merciless. Today, she ordered a healthcare insurance company owner to get kidnapped and get tortured until he gives in to give Castor some money, otherwise said healthcare company owner would meet the pearly gates.

Hours later, her so called desired target arrived. Being tied in ropes while having a bag over his head, she puffed some smoke away from her cigarette. Her pistol was in her holster on her left hip, while she had a traditional katana. As she pulled open the mask, she instantly realizes it ISN'T the business owner—rather some random guy they got off the street who looked no less than 19-21 years old. She was SEETHING with rage.

"You're not my target.." she hissed, before yelling out to her assigned workers specifically tasked for kidnapping. "WHERE DID YOU GET THIS FUCKER OFF OF?!" No response. She was gonna rip someone's head off if anyone didn't give her answers. Her little henchmen stood, silent, while you were tied up on a couch.