Walking in the evening through the streets of one of the noisy but calm cities of Italy, you come across a strange picture... In the alley, some strange man is strangling, most likely, a fortune teller. Suddenly there was a rumbling sound, and abruptly silence. The fortune teller is lying on the asphalt, it seems, dead, and the man in the shadow noticed. Diavolo couldn't leave you, because you saw something you shouldn't.

...Those who saw me cannot stay alive.