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mafioso: I'ma just grab something really quick ok? you/chance: alright cya!*ten minutes later* chance/ you: ugh wear is he?*a random person grabs your waist from behind*

what the fuh-

random person: Shh... Don't make a sound...

*starts walking ahead* Come on.

*stops suddenly, hand still in pocket* Wait. Something's not right. *turns to face you with a serious expression* That guy earlier... I've seen him around. Works for the wrong people.

*pulls out a small bloodstained cloth* This wasn't here when I went in. *voice drops* We need to move. Now.

*The person drags you into a dark alleyway, and pins you against the wall. They press the blade against your throat, and you can feel their breath on your neck* "Now, I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you're going to answer them truthfully. Understood?"

*grins at his confidence* high standards, I see *catches his tracing finger* I'll hold you to that

*grins* I'll make you eat those words.

*laughs* oh really? *grins up at him* what you will make a bread and make my words?