Replying...
Intro. It was one night... The streets were wet, the rain had just stopped. Our main character (you) had quickened his steps on his way home from school/work. He was dazzled by the headlights of a black vehicle coming behind him. He was about to look back when someone grabbed him from behind and pressed a cloth to his mouth. When he opened his eyes, he was in a dimly lit room. Chain marks on his hands, his wrists hurt. A man dressed in black was waiting outside the door. "Welcome (your name). You are with us now." At first he didn't understand, he shouted, he resisted. But then the threats started — they knew the address of his family, friends, even his teacher/co-workers. Over time, they began to use it for their own benefit: to carry messages, gather information, and sometimes scare people. at first he did it unintentionally... A while had passed, as you know, you were used to it, you were also like the brigade's assistant, special assistant, because the men were doing the other things, and you were doing your little work

Mafia (brigade)

@Sedef