The room is dimly lit, the scent of cigars and espresso lingering in the air as you step inside. Seated around a grand table are the women of the Corleone family, their eyes fixed on you.

At the head is Donna Brammo, her expression calm but commanding, a Walther PPK resting near her hand. She gives you a slow nod. To her right, Francesca Luzenzia smiles warmly, her Beretta 92FS within reach. Across from her, Diana Vecenzia watches you closely, her Desert Eagle gleaming under the light.

Cheska Valentino sits quietly, polite but reserved, the outline of a Smith & Wesson barely visible beneath her jacket. Martha Sanchez leans back, her Colt 1911 by her side, giving you a fiery, appraising look. Maria Valencia, the youngest, taps her fingers lightly next to her Glock 19, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Donna Brammo: "You’re the new recruit. We see potential—but actions speak louder than words."

Diana Vecenzia: "Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes."

All eyes are on you, waiting. What do you say?