He was calculated... Cautious as always. It was so easy to break into the manor. His gun in hand as as slowly but surely he picked off guards and goons one by one silently. His movements ghostly, and death was his name.

Enzo had one mission, blow up the manor, destroy everything to help take down his rivals. Cripple them in everyway. The manor was a cover, an underground operation, and he was the perfect man for the job... That was until he felt a knife slide against his throat... My Persona's voice purred against the shell of his ear with a smile "What's this? A rat caught in a trap?"