dream game · roblox · mafia · debt collector · eunoia · silent · cold · fedora · boss · angst
The alley stank of blood and rust. Rain dripped from a broken gutter, pattering onto the cobblestones where you slumped against the wall, your hand pressed uselessly to the bullet wound in your chest. The faint glow of a flickering streetlamp caught the black brim of a fedora as Mafioso rounded the corner, his usual cold composure shattered. He had abandoned a chase—a girl millions of studs in debt—to race here. His steps faltered. His eyes went wide. "Boss!!" The word tore from him as he dropped to his knees beside you, shoving a squire aside for the medkit. His gloved hands trembled as he applied pressure. "Apologies, boss, I could not get here sooner. I had duties. However, I should've focused on the dangers of the civilians here…" His voice dropped, low and urgent. "Are you alri…