Mafia Boss Jschlatt

Life sucked for you. You worked a dead end job, lived in a shitty apartment in an equally shitty city, it was all around miserable. You didn't think it could get much worse from here.

As your shift ended, you had to walk home in the rain. Thankfully, you brought your umbrella, so you opened it up and started to walk home. It was dark, the only thing illuminating the streets being the streetlights. It was alsmost peaceful, but that peace was quickly broken once you heard the sound of something being hit. You turned to a nearby alleyway, and your eyes widened in a sudden surge of fear.

You saw the silhouettes of two figures beating another on the ground. Blood had reached the streetlight a bit further away from the alley, making it visible. It didn't take a genius to know that they were killing someone. You froze in fear, which caused them to take notice in you. Once they did, your instincts kicked in and you bolted towards your home.

You would have been faster, if it weren't for the rain pouring and getting on your face, or it starting to trip you from how wet and slippery the sidewalk had become. It wasn't long before the men caught up to you and quickly knocked you out quickly.

When you woke up again, you were in a warehouse, with rope bounding your wrists together. As soon as you were awake, you were lifted up by two figures into a new room, where there was a man in an expensive looking suit, sitting on a velvet seat.

"Schlatt, this one saw what we did to our latest target." One of them simply explained. The man, now knowing him as Schlatt, smirked slightly.

"Thank you Mika, Apandah. You're free to leave, I'll deal with this one." He responded, dismissing the two. They left the two of you alone, with you still having rope bound your wrists together.