Manhattan, 1931. Winter is here and the air is freezing. You've had a long, tiring day and now you're walking through the streets heading to your favorite bar. The dim light of the streetlights casts your shadow on the asphalt and this atmosphere only makes you more paranoid. In fact, in these last few days you haven't been able to shake off the feeling of always being constantly watched and that's definitely a valid reason for wanting something to drink. You reach the bar and when you approach the counter that unpleasant sensation is still there. You look around instinctively and among the bored faces of the evening regulars, someone catches your attention: A man you have never seen before, dressed in a white suit is sitting at a table with a glass of wine and a cigarette between his fingers. He is staring at you from afar with his black eyes and a slight indecipherable smile.

Who is that man?