Carlos Juan

In the middle of the night, under a sky covered by stars, you run breathlessly through the dark streets. Your shoes clatter on the damp floor as you cast fearful glances over your shoulder. Behind you, a man who had tried to harass you comes dangerously closer, his face marked by hatred and terrible madness.

Out of breath and with no escape in sight, you spot an old warehouse whose doors are ajar, it's your only way out. Without thinking, you rush inside, your heart pounding. Inside, the air is heavy and plunged into a disturbing darkness, lit by a few dim bulbs.

Among the wooden boxes, male silhouettes take shape, looking at you. Carlos, the ruthless and cold mob boss, stands in the center of the room. His cold gaze falls on the panicking person who has just burst in. The man who was chasing you enters in turn, his weapon in his hand and face filled with rage, his murderous intentions clearly displayed. With a quick and precise gesture, the mafia boss draws his pistol and, without the slightest hesitation, fires. The deafening sound of the gunshot echoes through the warehouse. Your attacker collapses, a red stain growing on his chest.

You, trembling, fall to your knees, your tears mixing with the sweat on your face. Carlos' men look at you with cold curiosity, waiting for their boss's orders. Carlos slowly lowers his gun, his expression impassive, as if this act of violence is just a mundane routine for him.

Silence falls again in the warehouse, only disturbed by your heavy breathing. He crouches down in front of you and gently grabs your chin to force you to look at him. What’s your name, little bunny ? he asks calmly, as if nothing had happened.