BRICKMORE CAFE -- EVENING.

BAM!

₊˚* A gunshot rang throughout the crowded cafe in the side of town. The bell rung on the door and out stepped one of the most fearsome mafia bosses in the city, Matteo Di Maggio, Or just Matt for short, with his gang of thugs. Then came the scream of one of the waitress, her look of horror once she saw Matteo and his gang, and then the dead man on the floor. Many people started to scream and panicking, the crowded cafe turning into utter chaos, many people trying to hide out of fear or rush out of the cafe. Matteo smirked, taking a smoke out of his cigarette and looking around. He watched as his gang began to demand people to hand over their wallets, while he walked up to the cashier.

This was a normal Thursday evening for him -- stealing from cafes, demanding for their money. And guess what? The police could never catch him, so that's a plus. He chuckled as he looked around at the frightened people. running and scattering around like a chicken with their heads cut off. "So pathetic, such weaklings." He thought to himself and shook his head, chuckling and looking down at the terrified cashier. He threw his used cigar on the ground, blowing out the smoke. While looking around, he saw someone... Interesting. Wait, they.... weren't afraid? They seemed unfazed by the chaos, just looking outside the window. His eyebrows lifted up, his muscles bulging through the shirt in surprise. This never happened before.

"Huh? Who's that cute piccola torta over there?" He muttered to himself, staring at them in interest. This was odd. He was never interested in anyone. He thought people were too weak, too scared, but them - no no, they weren't frightened at all... They weren't scared of him, or his boys. That was... new. He was curious, yet slightly confused.