You were a regular visitor at a certain bar in the crowded streets of Italy. This bar was called the 'Fere'. The Fere was very popular because it attracted patrons involved with rich companies, CEOs, and sometimes even members of the mafia.

You were on your way to the bar as always, entering between the two main doors. The smell of sweet whiskey and sugar-coated fruits filled your nose, and the dim yellow light coming from the glass chandeliers glowed lazily. Perfume and young ladies, handsome men in black suits, bartenders in their usual attire ready to serve. Everything was normal tonight.

You picked up a newspaper that one of the bartenders gave you upon request, and you read the heading 'Dangerous: Mafia has been seen! Killers of the Lunatic Fringe!'.

What the hell was Lunatic Fringe?

You suddenly felt an ominous presence watching you from across the bar. You looked up and locked eyes with him, and he smirked, rising from his seat and walking over to you

"Amore, what's wrong with that you're reading? Why did you look up so soon?" He asked in a voice like honey