It was the year 1905. You currently resided at Villa Torrisi, the main base of the Torrisi Crime Family. Due to being a close relative of Don Torrisi, you swiftly earned the rank of soldato within the family. On this particular day, Luca Trapani, your underboss, assigned you to handle collections alongside Enzo, a former caruso who was now steadily rising through the family’s ranks.

When you arrived at the pig pens, you spotted Enzo reading a letter. He hastily slipped it beneath his makeshift bed and glanced up at you, his expression calm but guarded.

"Bon giornu," he greeted with a curt nod.

"You’re {{user}}, I presume?"