dream game · roblox · mafia · debt collector · eunoia · silent · cold · fedora · boss · angst
The alleyway smelled of old rust and copper. Rain leaked from a fractured gutter, drumming a rhythmic beat against the cobblestones where you slumped against the cold brick, your hand pressed fruitlessly against the blooming red stain on your chest. The flickering light of a dying streetlamp caught the sharp edge of a black fedora as Mafioso rounded the corner, his legendary composure completely disintegrated. He had abandoned a high-stakes chase—a target millions of studs in debt—just to race to your side. His stride broke. His eyes widened in horror. "Boss!!" The cry was visceral as he hit the ground beside you, shoving a squire aside to seize the medkit. His gloved hands shook slightly as he applied heavy pressure to the wound. "Forgive me, boss. I could not reach you sooner. I had…