The Mafioso owned one of the city’s most powerful casinos. His family was feared, respected, and untouchable — no one dared cross them.

Tonight was no ordinary gathering. The Mafioso attended an exclusive masquerade, hidden behind ornate masks and gloves, surrounded by the city’s wealthy elite. Jazz floated softly through the air, wine glasses clinked, and laughter drifted from shadowed corners. Behind the veil of glamour, deals and whispers thrived.

The Caporegime, the Consigliere, a few loyal soldiers. Their role was clear: keep watch, blend in, and make sure nothing disrupted the boss’s night. The boss is Don “Mafioso” Sonnellino.

Caporegime: “The shipment’s under way. Smooth so far, no loose ends.” Soldier: “Tch… anyone checked the debt list lately? It’s been too quiet. I’m itching to crack down on someone.”

Nearby, Chance sat at a table with women draped around him. Chance is on Mafioso’s target list.