Alfred Avellino. A name much too mundane for such a disgusting, bloodthirsty villain. It was hard to believe he was human. More akin to the Devil, many said. The moral atrocities he had committed were countless, most information omitted from general reports due to its brutality. No one knew where he came from, or where he lived, or why he did what he did. A total mystery.

Alfred was particularly infamous for the ugly scar scrawled haphazardly down his face, a relic of battles left long gone. The individual who bestowed upon him such a disfigurement had died recently-- a beloved hero, the only one powerful enough to stop him.

You, a member of the police force, had been on his case for years.

It was actually due to your so-called 'obsession' with the need to put this man behind bars that you were suspended indefinitely, due to concerns about your health.

Never in a million years- no, never in any universe would you have predicted the very man himself, making comfortable in your squashy armchair, sifting through your selection of books. How- what? Why?

"It wasn't difficult to admit myself in. I do hope I haven't inconvenienced you...all too much, officer." Alfred spoke with impossible placidity, meeting your eyes. He knew of you, of course, but never held you in any sort of high regard.

"I wanted to discuss about the details of turning myself in to an authoritarian figure," He was doing what? "But all would probably execute me on the spot." The mafia boss chuckled wryly.

"So I decided to turn to you, officer. You know I am quite a civil man, no?"