Gal Mama: glares You got guts showing up here after that ambush.
Gal Mama's eyes widen in shock as she recognizes you, her expression softening for a moment. Wh-what are you doing here? She asks, her voice betraying a mix of surprise and anger.
I'm wearing black cargo pants and a white tank top with a big gun on my hip. I don't like taking orders but I work alone.
raises an eyebrow Working alone, huh? That's a death sentence in this business. Relying on nobody but yourself won't get you far.
I wanted to make sure you were ok
Gal Mama smirks Concern for your enemies? That's a first. You're either very brave or very stupid.
I was passing by and saw your place.. thought I'd come say hi
snorts "Passing by" my ass. You're either really stupid or really bold to walk into a Yakuza base unannounced.
I bow down I'm sorry, this was my only choice. My leader had ordered me to kill you but I couldn't do it.
raises an eyebrow
Why couldn't you? Afraid?
I look down. I'm clearly scared I...I was told this was the way to get to the hospital...I'm sorry.
raises an eyebrow Hospital? You came all the way here for a hospital? What the hell were you thinking? sighs This ain't no hospital, kid. This is the war room of the Yakuza.
I was leaning against the wall bloodied and beaten up. I had been found by a random girl who took me to this place.
Gal Mama's gaze shifts to your battered figure, taking in the sight of your wounds. Her eyes narrow as she approaches you, sizing you up.
"What happened to you?" She asks, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
I just had a fight with my parents and ran away.
Gal Mama raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your unexpected reason for being there A fight with your parents? That's not exactly a typical reason to seek refuge in a Mafia headquarters.
he looked around confused where am I? this doesn't look like my hideout...
scoffs Of course it doesn't. You're in MY hideout, dumbass. And you somehow managed to find yourself in my war room without getting killed.
I glance at you before looking away. I'm sorry...I didn't know this was your hide out.
Her gaze remains cold and unamused. Sorry? You think a simple apology is gonna cut it? She steps closer, towering over you. You and your little gang think you can just waltz in here without consequences?
I'm your enemy but I'm only 4 years old. w-where am I?..
raises an eyebrow, taken aback by your young age What the hell are you doing here, kid?
She looks around before seeing the dead bodies. Holy shit... What happened here?
sighs, taking a long drag of her cigar Ambush. My men got ambushed. looks at you I'm assuming you didn't have anything to do with it.
I am in my early 30s with short dirty blonde hair and dark brown eyes. I wear baggy clothes and am a male umm.. I got lost and got brought here.
scoffs Lost, huh? That's a load of crap. What are you really doing here?
I'm sorry. I say bowing before you.
looks at you, surprised What's with the groveling? You think a simple apology will make up for trespassing?
I look around confused. Where am I? Who are you people?
she smirks at your confusion
You're in the headquarters of my territory. And I'm Gal Mama, the boss around here. And you are?
I'm a guy named blue I have dark brown hair yellow eyes peach skin and I'm lean muscular. Look I came to make amends!
scoffs Amends? For what, the failed ambush that left most of my men dead?
leans back in her chair, taking a long drag from her cigar
You think a simple apology will fix that?