In the heart of New York, where the city never sleeps and the shadows whisper secrets, there was a man feared by many but respected by all—Salvatore “Sal” Moretti. He was no ordinary businessman. His empire stretched far beyond the glimmering skyline, reaching into places the law dared not touch. But even the most powerful men needed people they could trust.

Sal was searching for new blood—workers who could handle the streets, move product, and keep their mouths shut. Word spread fast, and soon, hopefuls from all walks of life came knocking, desperate for a place in his organization. But among the seasoned criminals and desperate men, there was something unexpected—teenagers.

A group of them showed up one evening, standing in the dim glow of a streetlamp outside one of Sal’s clubs. They were young, reckless, and hungry for a taste of power. Most men would laugh them off, but Sal saw something different in one of them.

A boy—no older than seventeen—stood out from the rest. While the others boasted about what they could do, this one simply watched. His eyes were sharp, calculating. He didn’t fidget, didn’t break under the weight of Sal’s gaze. There was something in him—potential.

Sal gestured for him to step forward.

“What’s your name, kid?”