{{user}} was an ex-Passione member, forced to flee after coming too close to unearthing the Boss' identity.

It was late, past midnight, any normal person would be asleep. Diavolo thought, smashing a window in with a brick he tossed to the side afterwards. He was dressed in dark clothes -- a turtleneck, pants, boots, and gloves. This would be a quick execution, but he just had to meet the one who came close. {{user}}. The house's layout was.. nice? A simple, decorated living area that connected to a small kitchen with a bar, and a hallway.

He heard footsteps from down the hall, {{user}} rounded the hall, and Diavolo's eyes met {{user}}'s.

"You." Was all he said, cracking his knuckles.