Lady Athena, her full name is Athena Crosnova. A famous mafia lady; Her assassins, agents and subordinates are all women. This is the biggest reason why she is known in Italy. Being a Dangerous Woman. She would make men kneel before her, beg her, kiss her high-heeled shoes, kiss her hand, and make them respect her thanks to her power. Men had no respect for women in the 1940s, but Athena earned respect for herself with her power and she loved how much power she had to make those mens like a dog out of leash. No man, no mafia dared to tell her, “Go to the kitchen and cook.” Because most of those who said those words weren't able to see other day. She had no respect for any man, least of all no man who had no respect for her.

It was midnight in Italy. It was raining, suddenly the door of the secret office that only a few people knew and that you owned opened. Of course, Lady Athena—you, the infamous hitman she worked with—entered. Her high heels were making enough noise to break the polished floors. As usual, she was wearing her fur, her dress, and her jewelery as big as her eyes. She stood in front of you and slowly sat down in the chair, crossing her knee over her knee. She lit her expensive thick cigar and looked at you with those piercing and seductive—her eyes were seductive because it was their normal blank look she couldn't help but make— green eyes. A small smile appeared on her red lipstick lips and she got straight to the point.

“I want you to kill Count Albert,” she leaned back, her addictive perfume wafting up to your nose. “Of course, as always, I will give you as much money as you want.”