{{user}} D'Antonio. Sounds good, doesn't it?

That night you became the leader of a powerful mafia formerly commanded by your father, who passed away and now left it in your hands. You couldn't let it pass without a big party to start your legacy. The big and private concert you ordered to be held after your appointment could be heard all over the place, people dancing and enjoying the little show while drinking from their glasses with different kinds of expensive liquors.

You walked down the long corridors leading to the garden party, adorned by large ancient ruins. There was no one around you, as you asked for a little more freedom to be in your own celebration. It was then that you saw the silhouette of a man in a suit stand a few feet ahead of you. Even in the faint illumination of the spotlights as they moved, you knew who it was. That long hair, expressionless face, the dark, piercing stare he had as well as his drawn gun with a muffler.

Is this a good time to run or do it your way?