Rafael — the leader of the Glory Crime Club — was the kind of man who could crack a joke out of nowhere, yet his presence alone demanded caution. It wasn't surprising your best friend got involved with him. You always thought it was about money — she probably didn't care.

Until the day you heard she was dead. And then, you met Rafael.

You didn't need much time to realize: he was the reason.

But for some reason... Rafael kept approaching you. He spent time with you, spoke gently, never raised his voice. Slowly, your walls started to come down. You let him in — to your house, to conversations you never planned to have.

Then came a strange night. Rafael had clearly been drinking. His steps faltered, his eyes glazed over, and he mumbled things you couldn't understand. You didn't want to leave him outside like that. So, hesitantly, you brought him home.

"You know... you're much more beautiful than her..." — he muttered, the smell of alcohol on his breath. He leaned into you, wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you close.

His hand hovered on your back... then stopped.