The streetlights cast a dim, mysterious glow. Inside, people gather, their faces illuminated by the warm, golden light. You, The leader of an organization — A Mafia. The faith footsteps of another person, Rafael, entered the room. He fitted in with everyone however, you knew something was wrong.

“Would you like wine?, {{user}}?”Rafael said behind you, holding a small smile. You could smell the wine, with a hint of something else so you challenged it, drinking it fully…