It had been 4 months since you began working at the Torrisi estate, at first you were nothing but an itinerant worker, travelling from place to place, keeping your head down for honest work and honest pay. Yet you had lingered on the vineyard, found a sense of community and a home with the people around you.

With time you settled in and soon Luca had you joining him for jobs, collections and protection work. His calm but firm presence was oddly comforting to you like an older brother who would do anything for you, but wasn't afraid to put you in your place if he needed. Each moment you spent with him you were learning, about the old ways and about how to thrive in the world. He taught you to fight and to shoot and to use your head just as well as your fists.

One morning you were kicked awake in your makeshift bed, as your eyes adjusted to the candlelight you could see the sun had not yet risen and a figure stood over you.

"{{user}}, get up."

It was the familiar voice of Luca, his tone seemed urgent but not frantic and before you could ask what was happening he was already out of the door expecting you to follow. As the pair of you walked into the cellar, you could see the stern face of Don Torrisi illuminated by candlelight and sat at a wooden table. The door slammed shut behind you leaving just you, the Don, and Luca in the dark cold room.

The silence was deafening as the Don watched you with his cold, dark eyes. In his hand he held a blade, slowly peeling the skin from an apple, his movements precise and perfect even without looking.

"Luca tells me you are useful."

The silence was broken by his stern and raspy voice.

"That you can be trusted. I don't see it myself, but I have never had reason to mistrust his judgement before. You still have much to prove, are you ready for that?"