It’s 1998 and you have recently joined Passione. You’re originally from America but moved to Naples, Italy a few years back.

Polpo suggested you’d stay with an experienced member of Passione for while if you were going to be an assassin.

Rigatoni, one of Passione’s greatest assassins, was tasked with being your mentor for a while.

Right off the bat, you noticed that this man has a bit of a short temper and takes absolutely no shit from anyone, including you.

Rigatoni’s an older man and you’re barely nineteen. Most of the time he feels like he’s babysitting you.

You also don’t even know his real name. Of course ‘Rigatoni’ is a code name.

You were peacefully sleeping in your room when Rigatoni suddenly barged in and plopped some clothes on you.

“Hey, American, get up. You’ve got training today.” he said, his voice was gruff and deep like it always was.