"You stay in your mafia boss's office organizing documents, after several minutes he returns tired and throws himself into his chair without saying anything to you and lights a cigarette"

"Gruffly nods in acknowledgement of your presence while puffing out a cloud of smoke from his cigarette."

"Sips his scotch, and briefly glances up to you. Lion then shakes his head" Nah, I'm good for now. "Takes a drag from his cigarette."

"Without comment, Lion takes some papers from his own desk and sets them next to the files on your desk." Make sure these ones are also filed correctly. "Takes another sip of his scotch."

"As you file the papers, you notice one of them has a strange mark on it that you've never seen before. Something about the mark makes you uneasy."

"As you inspect the file, you realize that the mark is actually a symbol of a rival gang. You quickly realize that this file contains highly sensitive information about their operations, and you start to feel a sense of panic about what to do with it."

"As you walk into the office, Lion looks up and notices your tense demeanor. He sniffs the air and his gaze sharpens as he takes notice of the folded file in your hands." "What's that?" he asks sharply.

"Lion takes the file from your hands, and his eyes narrow as he looks at the strange mark on it. After a moment of silence, he slowly sets the file down on his desk and looks up at you" "Do you know what this is?"

"Lion looks at you with a stern expression and speaks with irritation." "Don't apologize, just learn to be more careful. We cannot afford any mistakes around here." He then pauses for a moment, his eyes flickering towards the file before returning to you. "Do not open files which you don’t know. We are in the business of secrets, and this information is not meant for anyone outside of our organization. Understood?"

"Lion briefly studies your posture, his expression seeming as though he is weighing his options." "You'll get away with it, this time." He looks down at the file once again before picking it up and placing it back into his own desk. "Just remember: if you happen to come across another file which you don't recognize, bring it directly to me."

"As you work, you hear Lion take another drag from his cigarette. A few moments later, he speaks up in a gruff voice" "What is it that you're working on now?"

Lion nods in approval, his eyes flickering towards the various documents scattered across your desk. "Good work. Keep up with it, and let me know if you find anything out of the ordinary." He then leans forward, staring directly at your eyes. "Remember: we are always watching."

"Lion takes the folder from you, and his eyes flicker as he reads through it. His expression then turns stony, and he slowly sets the folder down on his desk." "This isn't good," he growls. "I'll get to the bottom of this myself." He then looks up at you. "Do some digging on who's been in charge of managing that restaurant, and let me know what you find."

"Lion takes notice of the mark on your back, his eyes briefly flickering as he recognizes it. He then leans back on his chair, taking a long drag from his cigarette as you continue to speak." "Christoph Remel," he murmurs thoughtfully. "I'll have to pay him a little visit. Thank you for the information."

Lion nods in acknowledgement before turning his attention back to his computer and opening up a new file. You feel his beady eyes on you, but he doesn't say anything more. For the rest of the day, you continue working, and Lion seems to be preoccupied with his own affairs.

Lion shakes his head without looking up from the file he's engrossed in. "No, that will be all for now. You may go."

Lion nods silently, his focus still entirely on the file before him. As you leave his office, you hear the distant sound of chatter and laughter from the streets, mingled with the occasional sounds of violence and despair.

As you walk towards your apartment, you pass by numerous shabby buildings, each seemingly blighted by poverty and neglect. The sky is a deep dark blue, and several dimly lit streetlights line the sidewalks. As you finally reach your cramped and cluttered apartment, you feel a sense of fatigue wash over you.

Resting on your bed, you replay the image of Lion's stern expression and his piercing gaze, while outside, the sounds of the night continue to drift in.

As you try to sleep, the sounds of the outside world continue to echo around you. The screams and yells begin to fade into a constant background noise, punctuated only by occasional gunshots or sirens.

Despite your best efforts, sleep remains elusive, and you find yourself tossing and turning in the sheets. Eventually, exhaustion takes over, and you drift off into a restless slumber. The dreams that come to you are fragmented and chaotic, filled with hazy images of violence and danger.

You wake up feeling groggy and unrested after your poor night's sleep, but you push yourself out of bed and begin to get ready for work. As you dress yourself and prepare for the day, you feel a sense of unease in the pit of your stomach, as if something isn't quite right.

As you head out of your apartment into the busy streets, you notice that today everything seems louder, more chaotic, and more sinister than usual. But you push these thoughts to the back of your mind, focusing instead on your work for the day.

As you walk towards Lion's office, you can't shake the feeling that someone is watching you. You keep glancing over your shoulder, but you can't seem to spot anyone suspicious.

Despite the growing unease in your gut, you keep moving forward, making your way up to the door of Lion's office. As you reach for the doorknob, however, you feel a sudden jolt of pain emanating from your lower back, followed by a sharp ringing sound in your ear.

When the sensation subsides, you find yourself on all fours, your vision blurry and disoriented. The ground beneath you is littered with broken glass and debris, and you can hear the faint sounds of someone fleeing in the distance.

You realize that you've been attacked, but you're not sure who did it or why. You clutch at your back, feeling a

As you bang on the door, you hear a muffled voice coming through from inside Lion's office. You struggle to keep consciousness, but the pain and blood loss prove too much, and you collapse onto the ground, your vision fading to black.

Moments later, you hear the sound of the door being forced open, and the sight of several men in suits rush past you towards Lion's office.

You feel your consciousness slipping away as you realize that you've been betrayed and attacked by someone within the organization.

You put all your energy into crawling forward, making your way towards Lion's office, but the pain and blood loss continue to sap your strength.

As you crawl, you hear the sound of footsteps rushing towards you, and a voice calling your name. You try to respond, but your throat is dry, and your voice comes out as a weak whisper.

Finally, the men reach you, and they pick you up gently, carrying you towards Lion's office. As you're carried through the door, you see him standing at the center of the room, a look of concern etched on his face.

You feel a moment of relief wash over you as you realize that you're safe, but the realization is fleeting, and you quickly succumb to the darkness, sliding into unconsciousness.

You remain unconscious for several days as your body slowly recovers from the damage inflicted upon it. You're moved to a secure location, where a team of doctors and medical professionals tirelessly work to save your life.

As you lay in a hospital bed, your mind swims with scattered images and memories of the attack. You remember being followed through the streets, and then suddenly being struck from behind, before passing out in a pool of blood and debris.

Slowly but surely, your body begins to mend itself, and after several days of intensive care, you finally open your eyes. You see a lonesome ceiling above you and the smell of sterilization in your nose.

As you try to gather your thoughts, you feel a dull ache of pain emanating from your back, but overall your body feels stronger and more alert than before.

As you groan softly and try to throw your legs over the side of the bed to get up, a nurse rushes over to your side to assist you.

She gently takes hold of your shoulders, helping you to sit up awkwardly and then stabilizing you as you try to stand. You feel a wave of dizziness wash over you, but you manage to steady yourself and stand on your own two feet.

The nurse helps you into a nearby chair and hands you a glass of water. She then tells you that you've been out of it for several days and should take it easy for a while until your body fully recovers.

As you take a sip of the water, you feel a wave of relief wash over you, knowing that you're finally back in the land of the living.

The nurse looks at you with concern and shakes her head softly. "I'm sorry, but you can't leave yet," she says. "You need to take some time to recover fully or you'll risk doing further damage to yourself."

She gestures towards the bandages and medical equipment around you, indicating that you're still in a weakened state and need to be careful. "Please, just rest for a while longer, and when you're well enough, we'll let you know."

As you look at your clothes, you realize that they've been replaced with a hospital gown and that you're in no shape to work right now. You feel a pang of guilt and frustration wash over you, knowing that you're letting down your boss by being unable to work.

But as you sit there, watching the medical staff bustle around you, you realize that your health is

The nurse nods and gives you a small smile. "Yes, he's fine," she says. "He came to visit you several times while you were unconscious and made sure you were getting the best care possible."

You feel a moment of relief wash over you as you realize that your boss still cares for you despite your inability to work right now. You also feel a sense of gratitude towards him for ensuring you received proper care and attention to make a full recovery.

The nurse then encourages you to rest again, but she assures you that your condition is stable, and you should recover soon with adequate rest and care.

The nurse nods and gives you a reassuring smile. "Of course, I'll let you know as soon as he comes," she says.

She then adjusts your bed and helps you settle back into it, ensuring you're comfortable before walking away.

As you lay there, you feel a sense of comfort wash over you knowing that your boss cares for you and that he'll be checking up on you soon. You close your eyes and let yourself drift off into a peaceful sleep, knowing that you're in good hands.

As you rest for several hours, you feel yourself drifting off into a deep sleep, the kind that feels like it could go on forever. But suddenly, you're jolted awake by the sight of your boss standing beside your bed.

He looks at you with a mix of relief and concern, his eyes taking in your weakened state. "How are you feeling?" he asks, his tone soft and concerned.

You're momentarily taken aback by the unexpected visit, but you manage to compose yourself and reply. "I'm feeling better, thanks," you say, your voice hoarse and weak.

Your boss nods and takes a seat beside your bed. "I'm glad to hear that," he says. "I'll admit, I was worried about you while you were out."

You look at him with surprise, not used to seeing this side of him, and