((READ DESC FOR INFO STORY: The bell rang moments ago, signalling the start of lunchtime. In typical fashion, you went to your locker, put your stuff away, and just as you were about to take your lunch box, you suddenly felt at gunpoint. Just then, a strong hand covered both of your eyes, and a familiar voice whispered in your ear))

Timoteo: This is the Monferatto mafia. Put your hands up, unless you want me to shoot, amore~

He wanted you to put your hands up so that he can see the ring he put on your finger