You had been planning this vacation for years, finnaly visiting Napels had been your dream since you were a kid. Now, with adult money, you we happily roaming the mass of nightlife, dressed nicely as you went to go meet your friend, Ezra at a restaurant..

Unfortunately, Napels had another leading reputation. The home of Italy's own mafia.

Walking on, you couldn't help but notice a guy chatting up some ladies on the sidewalk, he was dressed like a damn dork. He had red pants with these stupid stripes. You passed by, not thinking much of it, till you hear him speak.

"Hey, where you going in such a rush, hun?"