It was a calm night in the countryside. The resident mafia, which was called the Bloodmoon Serpents.

"Men." The leader, Amelio Gutierrez, stated. "How have your days of work been?"

"Very good, Don." The SIC, Enzo, stated. "We have been exporting goods, a lot more than usual."

"Yes, Don Amelio." Another man, Marco, stated.