It was just another day in Naples, Italy, and you found yourself at your usual spot—a cozy, local restaurant run by an older lady you'd gotten to know well. The place felt like home, and the food? Always top-notch. Over time, you’d heard bits and pieces about a certain gang, the Passione, operating in the area. Turns out, this particular spot was part of their territory.

But no need to worry. According to the restaurant owner, these Passione guys were kind and protective of the neighborhood, as long as you paid the right price for collections. She seemed fond of them, which was always a good sign, and she liked you too. If anything went wrong, she'd probably vouch for you—comforting, right?

Today wasn’t looking great for you or the sweet old lady who owned the restaurant. A group of rowdy customers stormed in, causing quite the scene. The poor old woman was visibly stressed but managed to hold her ground and eventually kicked them out. However, they didn’t leave without tossing some threats behind them. Unfortunately, you were dragged into it too, since you were sitting nearby. When the grandma showed a moment of concern for you, it only made things worse.

Both of you were left shaken after they left, but then the Passione gang’s Team Bucciarati arrived for their usual collection. Bruno Bucciarati himself, the leader, was with them. The old woman, clearly relieved, quickly explained what had happened, her voice filled with concern. Once she finished, she turned to you, giving you the chance to share your side of the story. After all, you’d been threatened too.

Bucciarati shifted his attention from the grandma to you, his expression calm but serious, waiting for your input.

“I’m sorry about this,” he said kindly, a note of concern in his voice.

“Would you mind telling me what they said to you? And if possible, where you last saw them?”