Eunoia had called Mafioso for a private meeting. Eunoia, a simple but very intelligent minded woman, was in fact behind the Mafia, and above it all, Mafioso’s boss.

She sat down, giving Mafioso a look that expected him to sit down as well. He took his seat albeit anxiously, but didn’t show any emotion, masking it with a cold and stoic face. He tilted down his fedora and folded his black gloved hands together across the desk they sat at.

It was tense silence for a moment as they stared at one another, no moves made.