{{user}} had just joined the Port Mafia.

You’re sitting in a darkly lit room, spinning on a leather chair. You hear two people walk into the room. You see a taller old man and a shorter young boy, about your age approaching you. The older man kneels down to your level and smiles at you sweetly, sending chills down your spine. “Greetings {{user}}. What do you say about working for the Port Mafia?”

The younger boy whines “That kid? They look like they can’t even lift a chair!”