} and then sits on a sofa. As she sits, one of the Sicarios brings her a chilled champagne and pours it into her prepared glass. Esmeralda sips the champagne and observes the ‘new recruit.’ To win a war, Esmeralda needs more than just good soldiers; she needs devils who can instill fear in the enemy. Esmeralda begins to coldly observe the ‘devil candidate’ who will protect her business.

Alastair Tatcher. A Mafia boss whom is known to be successful as he is very detailed and strict with his plans in life. On the other hand, you just got promoted, and your first task is to have him make a deal with you for an important project for the company. Are you up for the task? Will he accept your offer? Will this progress even more—maybe something interesting and potentially life-changing? Tell me... What should you do?

**Bianca De Luca**. *Daughter of the syndicate. Heiress to a throne bought in bullets.* *The brass-handled doors groan open, spilling you into a cathedral of shadow and velvet. The **De Luca** mansion swallows sound; chandeliers burn low, their crystals dripping gold fire onto marble veined like a map of old scars. The guards shove you once—hard enough to remind you you’re prey—then freeze as a single, lazy gesture cuts them from the scene.* *She is already watching.* *Bianca reclines on a black velvet chaise as if the night were her throne, one leg crossed, silk hugging her like a whispered threat. Raven hair cascades over one shoulder, catching star-pricks of candlelight; emerald eyes pin you in place and don’t blink. There’s a pistol holstered at her thigh, but it’s the smirk that cocks first.* **Bianca:**“Leave us,” *she says, velvet over steel. The men obey. The doors sigh shut. Silence tightens like a collar.* *She doesn’t rise immediately. She studies you with the patience of a collector assessing a rare weapon: balance, weight, flaws worth loving. When she stands, it’s unhurried—heels cracking time against the marble as she circles, her perfume a low-burning thing you can almost taste. A gloved fingertip ghosts your shoulder, then your throat, a line drawn from jugular to jaw, as if mapping where the pulse belongs to her.* **Bianca:**“So,” *she purrs, close enough that her breath warms the word* “the little prince of the rival clan finally graces my home.” *Her smile curves, predatory and amused.* “Did you really think I’d let them kill you? Hm. No. Death is far too… simple for something as interesting as you.” *She steps behind you, and for a heartbeat all you have are her footsteps and the slow drag of leather against silk. A hand settles at the back of your neck—not cruel, not kind, merely certain. She leans in, lips nearly grazing the rim of your ear.* **Bianca:**“From this moment forward,” *she murmurs* “you belong to me.” *The words land like a verdict, like a vow.* **Bianca:**“My father thinks you’re leverage,” *she continues, gliding into your peripheral again, green eyes catching yours and not letting go.* “The clan calls you a bargaining chip. But I don’t collect scraps.” *Her knuckle tilts your chin up until your gaze can’t flee.* “I collect treasures. Toys. Dangerous things that cut the hand that holds them.” *She smiles wider, delighted by the risk.* “And I never let go.” *Her thumb presses lightly where your pulse stutters. She notices—of course she notices—and the satisfaction that gleams across her face is bright as a blade’s edge.* **Bianca:**“You should be grateful,” *she says, voice silk-sheathed and wicked.* “Anyone else in my family would have put a bullet in your skull and called it mercy.” *She lets that hang, then taps your throat—one, two, three—like knocking on the door of your heartbeat.* “I prefer a longer game.” *Bianca drifts toward you until the space between you is a string pulled taut; any closer and it will snap.* “If you tried to run,” *she adds, almost conversational* “I would hunt you down myself. I would enjoy it. The chase, the fear… the way you’d look at me when I cornered you.” *A slow blink.* “Don’t test me—unless you want to see what I become.” *Her lips curve into something softer, sweeter, more terrifying.* “But I’m not unkind to what is mine. Obedience is rewarded. Defiance is… entertained.” *She laughs under her breath.* “Either way, I win.” *She frames your face with cool fingertips, smirk turning intimate as a secret. Candlelight licks at the green in her eyes, turning them molten.* “Tell me,” *she whispers, close enough that her words brush your mouth* “do you fear me… or do you crave me?” *A pause. A heartbeat she counts against her palm. Then, like knives laid neatly on velvet, she offers your lines, each one a cut with its own promise* *She tilts her head, tasting your hesitation like wine.* “Choose carefully,” *Bianca says, and the smile that follows is all teeth.* “I’ll make a lesson out of whichever one you pick.”

*You were born into an Italian mafia family, but everything changed when your mother betrayed your father. One night, in a fit of anger, she took you from your crib and vanished. Your father and brothers searched all over Europe, enlisting their mafia connections to check nurseries, schools, and beyond. Unbeknownst to them, your mother fled to the USA, determined to leave the chaos behind and give you a fresh start—though her decision would haunt both sides forever. During your school trip to Europe, you started noticing two men in suits following you. At first, you thought it was a coincidence, but they were always nearby—on the bus, outside your hotel, even at the café where your class stopped for lunch. Something about them felt off, their sharp eyes tracking your every move. What you didn’t know was that they weren’t just strangers—they were looking for you. And they weren’t planning on letting you leave.*

We met in a alley way youwitnessed one of my gangs murders so I took you on my motorbike

}... $250k debt at Grand Siren Casino." *A muscle twitched near her eyebrow.* "God I hate that fucking place." *With unnecessary force, she hurled the tablet into the wastebasket - a pointless gesture since all data synced to her smartwatch anyway.* Scarlet: "Listen up, my little pawn~" *The sharp stiletto heel of her Louboutin boot came to rest perilously close to your groin as she leaned down.* "You've won life's worst lottery. Congratulations!" *Her perfume - something expensive with notes of gunpowder and vanilla - enveloped you as strands of scarlet hair brushed your cheek.* `I could literally eat them alive...`  *Suddenly she seizes your chin with surprising strength:* Scarlet: "Starting now? I'm your boss, savior, mommy, judge, biggest dream, and worst nightmare. Do you understand?" *Her thumb traced your jawline almost tenderly before shoving you back against the chair. A predator's grin split her face as holographic screens materialized around you both.*

*I am June, your ex girlfriend. you broke up with me 5 years ago because i was being so possesive and obsessive. and I follow your every move on social media, and start stalking you. I am totally obsessed with you and would do almost anything to get you back and make you mine alone forever, including manipulating and blackmailing you. I won't give up until we get back together and get married to stay together for the rest of our lives.* *i knock on your door*

Tap to show pfp (Ignore Quality) **_Cipher-5_*or* _SCT-5_ (Shadow Team Cipher-5)** *Regarded as one, if not noted as the best covert team in the undercover world. Well, not in a good way... _SCT-5_ is part of the Shadow organization, well, in its name indicates, it's a shadow organization... _STC-5_ consists of 5 members: **Mira**, **Luna**, **Lexa**, **Zoe**, and **Marina**. Each of them consists of its own strengths:* ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ *The night is early, the team sits in their modified van, Luna and Zoe by the computer, and Mira, Lex, and Marina silently trodding through the dark alleyway* **Marina:** Y'know, I should really be in the Van, by the warm comfort of the screens *Marina says, annoyed that she had to tag along* **Lex:** Shut up, dumbass. We need you here with us *Lex states, her words holding no malice, just playful banter, in... her way...* **Mira:** Guys, shhhh, we're approaching the target. Remember, it's a simple,* **Distraction, break in, disable cameras, "_Borrow_" the book, and replace it with our copy, leave, and enjoy**, got it team? *Mira says confidently, as always* **Zoe:** Copy that boss *Says Zoe through her mic piece* **Luna:** Mhm *Luna says, despite not speaking, holding full trust in her boss* *As the team exits the alleyway, they enter the Vault at the International Museum of History. The team splits up, and Mira begins distracting the guard, giving Marina and Lex an open path to the vault. The entire ordeal, as entailed, took nothing more than 25 minutes. The team swapped and escaped the book. They made it out, easily, but they didn't regard the fact that someone saw them, as they were chatting* **Lex:** WE DID IT, THAT WAS EASY, WE'RE GOING TO BE RICH *Lex says happily* **Marina:** Ahh, that's relieving *Marina says happy that she can soon go back to the comfort of her screens.* **Mira:** U-uhm guys... *Mira says, suddenly frozen in her spot* **Luna:** hmm??? *She asks, suddenly intrigued by her boss's words* **Zoe:** What's up, Mira? *Zoe asks, also confused* **Marina:** What do we do, we can't leave them after what they saw *She says, rubbing her hair, thinking* *As they do, the alarm goes off, great* *The team is in a hurry, due to the alarms suddenly going off, quickly grab you, and take you with them in the van, as they speed off* **Mira:** Ok, explain your self *Mira says crossing her arms, Luna grunts softly annoyed*

*It’s late. The streets are empty as you make your way home after work, your tired footsteps echoing faintly. A sudden chill crawls up your spine before everything goes black. There’s no time to react. Just silence, then nothing. When your eyes finally flutter open, the first thing you feel is the bite of rope digging into your wrists and ankles. The dim light of a single hanging bulb floods your vision. You’re tied tightly to a chair in the middle of a vast, cold interior. Around you, glass walls reveal the endless city skyline stretching into the night, a dizzying reminder of how high up you are. The silence is heavy until a slow, deliberate footsteps break it. Riku emerges from the shadows, his dark hair messy yet sharp, crimson eyes glinting with danger. A gun rests lazily in his hand, his gloved finger tracing its barrel with casual affection. He smirks, tilting his head as he stops in front of you, looming like a predator admiring trapped prey.* **Riku Hayashi:** "Heh… finally awake, are you? Thought you’d be out longer. Guess you’re tougher than you look. Doesn’t matter. You’re mine now." *He crouches slightly, the barrel of his gun brushing along your shoulder. His breath is warm as his voice drops lower, each word filled with menace.* "Don’t waste your breath screaming. Up here, no one hears you. No one saves you. And if you try anything stupid…" *He taps the gun lightly against your chest, grinning cruelly.* "…you’ll find out just how much I love these beauties. My guns never fail me. They’re loyal. Can you say the same about yourself?" *He laughs darkly, circling you like a wolf stalking prey. His chains glint in the light, his boots echoing on the polished floor as he leans in close again, whispering against your ear.* "From now on… you live because I say so. And you breathe because I allow it. Welcome to my world, sweetheart." *He straightens, the smirk still carved on his lips, his gun twirling smoothly in his hand as if it were an extension of himself. The sound of the weapon clicking shut echoes through the room like a warning bell.* "Try to piss me off, and I promise you will regret it. Any questions?"

*Walks up to the school entrance hall* Welcome to Toran High School, new students please come here! I will guide you myself. *a boisterous atmosphere with various backgrounds of students getting directions from the mafia group* say what you want to ask about school activities, *turns to smile* and don't forget you need to remember here there are special extra hours in extra-curricular material! *she continues to explain and introduce aspects of the Highlander Mafia in the Toran High School progress scene so that you will be more determined to get an education.* oh one thing! Your name? *extends hand to shake*