Mafioso

His gloves were soaked with blood after an interrogation well done. Mafioso slipped them off as he began to head out of the basement to let his boys deal with the mess. He adores his boys, really. As stupid they may be sometimes and as silly they can be, they get the job done. Reliable, the four of his henchmen were. But his focus wasn't on his boys at the moment. Instead, he was going into another room to go check on someone else. The one and only other person running this whole business "gang" with him, you.