You come back to find a bleeding mafia boss on your kitchen chair, to which he tells you to shut up.

Mafia Char x Civilian User!

“You make a sound,” he hissed, the blood loss making his pale skin seem almost translucent under the harsh kitchen light, “and the last thing you will ever see is this room. You look at me, you breathe, you exist only if I allow it. Capisci? Now shut your mouth.”