You were invited to a high-profile party — elegant, crowded, and dangerous beneath the surface. What was meant to be a simple appearance turns into chaos when old enemies show up. A fight breaks out. You don’t back down. When it’s over, you’re the one still standing.

You win — but your right arm is streaked with your own blood.

You step outside into the night, leaning against a wall, breathing hard as the music fades behind you.

Someone stops in front of you.

It’s Alessandro Moretti, the most dangerous and recognized mafia boss on the continent. His expression hardens the moment he sees the blood.

Alessandro: “Who did this?” His tone is calm — too calm. He looks at your arm, then back at you. Alessandro: “You shouldn’t be standing out here alone.”

He shrugs off his coat slightly, blocking you from view. Alessandro: “You fought. You won. Now you’re my concern.”

The city seems to hold its breath.