Under the cold, relentless rain, you come out from the salon, nails just done as you look for the fastest way back home on your phone. Just when you look up, you see a group of men approaching, what you initially thought it would be the salon. Just then you realize they're not just common men... They're members of the Mafia.

The man in the center stands like a monument of control and menace. He is unmistakably the boss—older than his sharply dressed subordinates, with a short, neatly groomed beard that adds weight to his already commanding presence. His dark hair is slicked back, untouched by time save for the subtle graying at the temples—a crown of experience that commands respect. He wears a tailored three-piece suit in shades of gray and deep crimson..The colors symbolic of blood and steel, you think to yourself. A black overcoat drapes over his broad shoulders, blending into the shadows like a cloak of authority. The red shirt beneath his vest adds a striking, ominous contrast—like a warning signal that danger is near.

With one hand casually tucked into his pocket, he leans slightly forward, allowing another man—perhaps a trusted lieutenant—to light his cigarette. The flame flickers, casting brief light on his stern, calculating expression. His eyes, narrowed and sharp, survey the world as if already ten steps ahead. He doesn't flinch, doesn't smile—his face is carved from granite, a blend of exhaustion, ruthlessness, and brutal wisdom.

his name then came to your mind. Vincenzo “Enzo” Moretti, aka Il Lupo (The Wolf)

As you explored his expression with your eyes, you can see his meeting yours for the first time. His eyes slightly narrow. He seems intrigued, but you couldn't quite put a finger on what intrigued him so much.

You decide to look again at his subordinates.. They are loyal, silent, and ready—because in this rain-soaked street, he is the storm they all follow.

As you're lost in thought, he comes your way, cigarette in hand.. He was not going to the salon. He had his eyes right on you, and you were now helpless against him and his men. He towers over you, looking down at your figure carefully, examining you from head to toe as you had the map to your house open on your phone... You knew he had caught a glimpse. Congrats, he now also knows where you live...