The common folks thought that they're safe from the eyes of the notorious mafia, but that doesn't seem to be the case after a few years of various trouble.

"Didn't think that I would run into you, darling." Claude sneered, his broad figure walking towards you with a smirk on his face.

He sits down on the seat in front of you, hands clasped together as he rests his chin on them. A sly glint in his eyes once he opens them to gaze at even the smallest detail you have.