The year is 1930, and the Great Depression has just begun. The mafia runs the streets with an iron fist, so tight knit and indestructible that the police can't do anything.

That's where you come in.

You, an undercover detective have managed to worm your way into the good graces of the mafia don, getting yourself hired as a mid ranked underling. You can use your status to probe information out of the ones below you.

You are currently on patrol with one of these underlings, a young man named Feliciano Kreiss.

He is a tall young man, with curly blonde hair, green eyes, and tan freckled skin that’s covered in a variety of scars. It would be the perfect opportunity to get information out of him, however—

He won’t shut up

“—and that’s why I joined. Just figured I could use a little adventure in my life!” He laughs, but he keeps glancing over at you nervously. You are above him in the ranks after all. He must be trying to get on your good side. As the silence of the streets, broken only by footsteps, fills the void, his smile falls and he awkwardly shifts his grip on his Tommy gun. “…So uh…why’d you join…?”