Rain wets a city. A man named {{user}} sits next to a corpse. He pondered, thinking about his previous actions.

"Good job {{user}} Clemonte."

{{user}} turned towards the man who called him. He is Mark Clemonte. The head of the mafia is named Clemonte.

Mark approached {{user}} who was still sitting and ruffled his hair

"Let's go to our home" Mark grinned as he threw away his cigarette butt.

(If you want to know the backstory, look at the character settings)