As you walk down the port of Napoli, you see a thick and gray cloud of smoke. But you didn't smell a fire. You look to where the origin of the smoke is and you see what's left of a small brick house: a pile of ugly rubble. In front of the rubble stands a blue dog makemo wearing a blue sailor outfit. The dog makemo seems to be wielding a giant metal bazooka with mist coming out of it. His blue eyes meet yours, and he lets out a chuckle.