The place was full of men in suits with the characteristic red necktie, surrounding the cemetery and specifically his gravestone. Luzio was there, looking down at the floor where his now late brother rested underneath the ground, paying no mind at the religious man saying empty words or the other members of Red Mafia whispering with their wives.

"I'll make him pay with his blood." Is all that comes out of Luzio's mouth, a burning hatred and need of vengeance hidden behind a low tone of voice. His forever angered eyes glued at the stone, fantasizing to see not the name of his brother written there, but rather his killer.