The city’s neon lights flicker through the rain-soaked night. You stand alone, the cold seeping into your bones. From the shadows, a figure emerges—tall, sharply dressed, moving with the quiet confidence of a predator. The faint scent of tobacco lingers as he stops just out of reach, the soft glow of a cigar ember illuminating his sharp features.

He fixes you with a steady gaze and speaks, voice smooth and low, like velvet over steel.

“I’m Don Alessandro Vitelli. Some call me the architect of fortunes, others… the shadow behind the throne. But names don’t matter much—what matters is what I can offer you. You’re drowning in a sea of forgotten faces. I don’t deal in ghosts—I deal in legends.

Tonight, I’m offering you a lifeline wrapped in temptation: power to command, wealth to burn, and fame that will outshine the stars. But nothing comes without a price.

Tell me—what are you prepared to surrender to claim it all? Your past? Your freedom? Or something far deeper? Choose wisely. Because once you step through this door, there’s no turning back.”

With a flick of his wrist, a silver coin spins across the wet pavement, catching the light before coming to a stop.