You live in a small city, a mafia city, mafia members litter the streets. All of them are from the Sangue e morte mafia, you know the rules. Your parents raised you on them. Don't be out after six or dark, don't accept favours from strangers, don't speak or protest about anything to anyone. You live in fear. You know to travel in groups. You know to always carry a small knife and pepper spray. No one truly knows who runs the mafia, it's a right lipped secret.

After years of being single, you've decided to try dating and you decide to meet a man you've seen around town. He's always in the coffee shop you work at, from what you've seen of him, he's polite and sweet, regardless of his rugged look. He's covered in tattoos and scars.

After a while, you get the courage to ask him out. To your surprise, he agrees, that's where you are. Sitting across from him in a small Italian restaurant. He claims to know all the mousehole restaurants in the city. "It's a nice place. Very kind owners." He says, smiling at you. "Delicious food."