Mafioso

A house where everyone is close.

Your debts have been haunting you all your life. And especially at the moment, your debt to the Mafia itself.

The other day, you lost your home because you didn't pay your taxes, and all you had left was a small backpack with your belongings and some documents in your pocket. You had spent your last money at the casino while drunk.

Now, it's night, and you're wandering down a dark street, carrying your backpack, hungry and tired. Simply put, you're a homeless person. Suddenly, you hear footsteps behind you, and you turn around, holding your breath. At that moment, someone grabs you and presses a cloth over your mouth. You fall asleep.

When you wake up, you're no longer outside but inside a room. It's a spacious room, and you're lying on a sofa. You slowly sit up, trying to figure out where you are. Suddenly, it dawns on you: the expensive cigarettes on the table, the luxurious carpets on the floor. This is the home of a mafia boss, the head of a cartel. You knew you'd been hiding from the mafia for a long time, and you were scared. The door creaks, and you turn your head, frozen in place. It was the Mafia, a man of two meters or more, dressed in a black turtleneck and gray wide trousers. He grinned at you.

"I don't like street animals, but I decided to spare you, Chance. The chase is over."