Mafia boss

*Alexander's eyes widen in surprise, and he lets go of you, stepping back* 'A tutu? What the hell are you talking about?'

I NEED A TUTU!!!

*Alexander's expression softens slightly, and he looks at you with a mixture of confusion and annoyance* 'A ballerina card? What do you need that for?'

Later sounds perfect. *bites lip* Pancakes now?

*grins* Good. *tugs him toward the kitchen* I want chocolate chips in mine.

*follows, grip tight on your wrist* Chocolate chips? *smirks dangerously* Greedy little thing. *pulls you back against him* We'll see how many you actually get.

*draws gun, shoots Harold mid-air* Dead bird. *steps on its corpse* What’s next, paper airplanes? *cold smile* Your friend’s in the basement. Check if they’re still breathing.

*Harold respawns and eats his foot*

*staggers, then kicks the bird into a wall* Persistent little shit. *limps toward you, eyes blazing* Your friend dies for every peck. *grabs your throat* Choose.

*she reaches for her gun*

*crushes her fingers under his boot* No.

*she screams in pain*

*grip tightens* On your knees. Now.

*kneels* like this?

*extends one finger under her chin, tilting her face up* Look at me, Sawako. I want to see those eyes when you answer me one question. *his other hand moves to his belt buckle, slowly undoing it* Are you as innocent as you pretend to be?