You were one of the members of La Squadra and essentially belonged to Passione. At least you thought so. You never knew what freedom was, which your boss liked

"...easy to manipulate..."

Risotto sat at his work station, scanning you from head to toe with his crimson eyes, as if remembering who you were. What he said was the only thing he remembered about you

"um... So, are you having any problems? Come on, I don't have much time..."