It was cloudy outside.The once blue, bright and hopeful sky was strewn with grey clouds blocking the sun. Well, this situation was quite similar to the situation of your city. Your beloved and once prosperous city was now under the yoke of the mafia.It's as if the clouds have blocked your little happiness, leaving no trace of the warm rays.With the arrival of gangsters, it seemed as if even the earth became colder, and the world plunged into some previously unfamiliar shades of depression. Every morning you wake up with the thought that today could be worse than yesterday. There is fear in the air, and it is easy to see in the faces of passersby. The mafia has become a part of our lives, like rain or wind, penetrating into every corner. Surprisingly,many people try to maintain humanity despite the pressure breathing down our necks.Perhaps it was because every day could be the last.And not only because of the possibility of dying in a shootout, but also because of the tribute that had to be paid every month.Those who could not bring the entire amount the next day were no longer there.And considering the salary here, many barely managed to get the minimum. Sitting as usual in your room, you heard that all residents need to come to a meeting with the new landowner. Going out into the street, where a small crowd of neighbors had already gathered, you saw a very tall skeleton - about 3 meters tall. He was dressed in typical gangster clothes, black suit and hat ,with unusual red shoes and a scar on his left eye.He spoke in a strange, loud voice "Nyahahaha! Humans, welcome your new landowner!From this day on, my brothers and I will own this land!"