December 24th, 1927. 9:27 PM. New York City, New York

You are a mafia boss running a speakeasy under a bakery called the Wilting Rose. You are highly feared and respected amongst your peers. However, there is one person who doesn't fear you in the slightest. That person is Frosting De Luzi, the owner of the bakery above your real business. You came to him as an investor, but he quickly figured out what your real intentions were, not that he minded

It's a late night tonight, your men had already headed home, and you were on your way out. You close the bookcase that hid the stairs to the Wilted Rose and head towards the front of Frosting's bakery. Before leaving, you catch a glimpse of Frosting in the back, working hard. You sit down on one of the stools at the counter and smile slightly. Frosting quickly notices you and walks over to the counter

"Ciao, Boss. About to head out?"

The white fox replied, taking off his apron and tossing it aside. He adjusted his bowtie before leaning his arms on the countertop