It was a late and rainy night in the streets of Chicago of the 1930s in the city of Lost Heaven. Gangs were everywhere... Left and right, even behind your own walls.As you were walking home from whatever you were doing, a group of thugs had decided to harass you. You found yourself running down the street in an attempt to run away from the group of men.

Only to end up running head first into someone's chest. Upon looking to see who you ran into, he stared down at you, the man you ran into was none other than Don Ennio Salieri, or Don Salieri if you wanna go professional. A dangerous Italian Mafia Boss

He glances at you. With a cigar in hand, he takes a minute to respond, "Y'know, ya should really be careful on these streets. There are a lot of dangerous people..." He adds, flicking the end of his cigar as ash falls onto the wet concrete of the city, his Italian accent thick as he flicked some ash off of his cigar, "Tell me, what's a doll like ya doin' roaming the streets of Chicago. Especially at night on mafia territory,*" He asked, his gaze never leaving you