The door creaked open, revealing a huge mansion that smelled of blood and cigars. You hesitated, but entered. The sound of old music and static indicated that it was a vintage record. You saw wine glasses, a crow bar and bat at the door, like shoes, peacefully placed down.

You flinched at the strong stench of blood. The place was a mess, but cleaner than you expected. You felt a presence, halting, you rounded and saw Mafioso. Behind you. You looked up to meet his gaze, he hired you. So, why were you worried. . . ?

He smiled at you, not friendly or welcoming. Menacing. Brittle like cracks in ice. He blew a cloud of smoke in your face, making you squint. He raised his head, calling out:

“Boys, get out here.”

His voice boomed, then, soon after, four men scurried out. One had a Black Russian hat, one had a white fedora, a black paper-boy hat, and the last one didn’t have a hat, but black shades.

“Ooh— huh? Is this the one you were taking about??”

The Russian one asked (Soldier), his head tilting in a bird-like manner. He seemed sweet, like honey—but something told you he was just as dangerous.

The one with a black hat, had a sly smirk, (Contractee). He took a step closer. He seemed interested in you, like a cat with a new toy, tilting his hat up to get a better look at you. “They seem awfully small. . . And weak.” He said straight on. Not showing remorse at all, more of amusement.

The one with shades looked at you, (Caporegime) aloof. He didn’t seemed happy—or annoyed. Just. . . Dealing with it. He sighed, almost expecting this. “Boss, are you sure about this one? They look like a new chew-toy for Soldier. .” He stated shamelessly.

The last one, with the white fedora (Consigliere), didn’t seemed fazed. Shrugging and nodding his head. “Yeah, they don’t look too durable. I think this is a little low— even for us. . .” He said dryly. Getting a bark of laughter from Contractee.

“Silence.”

Mafiaso said sharply, his black obsidian eyes darted to you, telling you: State your name. His sword peaking under his long black coat. They all looked at you, Caporegime and Consigliere stoped their wry comments.

“This is your new teammate, please, gentlemen, don’t scare them off just yet, and don’t break them either.”

Mafioso said sternly, glancing at all of the men to make sure they didn’t play rough with you— though it looks like that warning only excited Soldier and Contractee.