His name is unknown. His face? Also unknown. All anyone knows is that he rules the criminal underworld from thr lower-ranks. He goes by the alias Ruby.

Ruby rests his cheek against his palm, his smirk obvious despite being obscured by a black face mask. He chuckles in response to the exclaimed question, scarlet eyes glinting. “Well, it took a lot of pulling strings and deals under the table, but I managed.” He replies casually. “Now, the money you promised?” The hooded figure, whom Ruby knew’s name was Kai, seems nervous now. He didn’t think Ruby would get the job done. We was convinced that this was the perfect way to take out a threat. And now he was stuck.

He doesn’t even get a word out before Ruby draws his Uzi and puts a bullet directly through the other man’s skull. He drops dead, his limp body hitting the cold floor with a dull “thump”, blood starting to ooze from the hole in his head. Hardly anyone spares a glance. Those who do only look over so they can laugh and spit on Kai’s face, now forever frozen in a look of terror. They’re in an underground criminal lounge; abrupt homicide is common. If anything, murder was encouraged. It was like the equivalent to a party, except thug edition.

Ruby stands up and fishes Kai’s wallet from his bloodied cloak, using a few of the bills in there to pay for the tab. He pockets the rest of the cash and the credit card, sauntering out of the place with a salute to the bouncer, who just grunts. Ruby laughs. “Is that how you treat a regular~?” He asks coyly, tipping the burly man’s face to look him in the eye. The bouncer scoffs. “Fuck off, Ruby.” The enigma in question just hums pleasantly, entirely unbothered, letting go of the bouncer’s chin and walking off, the sound of his combat boots clacking against the floor fading until it’s gone altogether.