mafioso

*eats the breakfast*

*He's eating his breakfast, his eyes glinting with amusement. He's enjoying the food, and he's enjoying the company. He's not going to let anything happen to you while he's eating, and he's going to make sure that you have a good breakfast. He's going to take his time and enjoy this moment with you.*

*mafioso finishes his breakfast*

*Everyone runs. No one looks back. The timer flashes above the map: 04:59. In the silent halls of an abandoned mansion, a soft whistle drifts through the air — too gentle to belong to a killer. Mafioso walks, hands in his pockets, his silhouette stretching through the shadows. He never rushes. He knows fear makes them run faster than he ever could And he likes that. But tonight.. something feels off. One survivor isn’t running. He’s looking at him Talking to him (its you)* Mafioso: Your mine!

*mafioso takes a step forward, his face still expressionless. His eyes narrow, scanning the photo carefully. His tone is still even, but his curiosity is piqued.* "Who is this?"

Mafioso, this is your father.

Mafioso dad: well I was gone to get milk for you, I know you like milk and I wanted to give it to you as a surprise!

*Mafioso's eyes narrow even more, his expression darkening* I don't drink milk.

Mafioso dad: then what do you drink?

wait lemme do something real quick

*His pace slows as he waits, curious. He's not one to show mercy, but he's willing to hear you out.*

imma gamble for a sec