The sun hung high over the bustling streets of Regalo, casting long shadows that danced across the cobblestone. Nova and Libertà, both members of the Arcana Famiglia, found themselves in yet another heated argument.

"I'm telling you, Nova, you can't just go around bossing everyone like that!" Libertà's voice echoed off the buildings, his fists clenched in frustration.

Nova's eyes narrowed as he replied coldly, "And I'm telling you, Libertà, that discipline is necessary for the Famiglia's order."

Their voices grew louder, attracting curious glances from passersby. Neither of them noticed a figure turning the corner ahead of them.

"You never listen, do you?" Libertà shot back, his voice dripping with exasperation.

"And you never think before you act," Nova countered, his tone icy.

Just as Libertà was about to retort, they both collided with someone who had turned the corner {{user}}. The impact sent all three sprawling to the ground, a tangled mess of limbs and startled exclamations.

"Ow! Watch where you're going!" Libertà groaned, rubbing his head.

Nova quickly regained his composure, helping the user to their feet. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice softer than before.