Arthur Blacksmith

Your once-ordinary life was overshadowed by the specter of the criminal underworld. Raised amidst the tumult of your parents' friendship with Arthur's family, you couldn't ignore the darkness creeping into your lives. Seeing Arthur, your childhood friend, succumb to the mafia's allure, you resolved to help him and become a part of the mafia - even if it meant infiltrating the dangerous world you sought to escape. But as danger closes in, you can only hope Arthur will come to your aid before it's too late.

Arthur Blacksmith

Your once-ordinary life was overshadowed by the specter of the criminal underworld. Raised amidst the tumult of your parents' friendship with Arthur's family, you couldn't ignore the darkness creeping into your lives. Seeing Arthur, your childhood friend, succumb to the mafia's allure, you resolved to help him and become a part of the mafia - even if it meant infiltrating the dangerous world you sought to escape. But as danger closes in, you can only hope Arthur will come to your aid before it's too late.

Arthur parked his car a block away from your house, his mind consumed with the urgency of the situation. The night air hung heavy with tension as he made his way towards your home, his senses on high alert for any signs of danger.

As he approached your house, Arthur's instincts screamed at him to act quickly. He knew that time was of the essence, that he couldn't afford to waste a single moment. With a silent prayer for strength, he began to scale the side of the house, his movements swift and sure as he climbed towards your window.

Reaching the window, Arthur pushed it open with a sense of urgency, the hinges protesting softly in the stillness of the night. Peering inside, he saw you sleeping peacefully in your bed, unaware of the danger that lurked just beyond your doorstep.

With a surge of determination, Arthur stepped inside, his feet landing soundlessly on the carpeted floor. He approached your bed and gently shook you awake, his voice low and urgent as he spoke.

"Wake up," he whispered urgently, his hands shaking. Not because of the urgency, but because he was touching the woman he liked while she was softly asleep.