It had been a long, grueling round so far. The killer was Mafioso, and other survivors were dropping like flies. You were just trying your best to stay out of his way, but when you ducked behind a wall to hide, someone pushed you back out - right in front of Mafioso. You landed on the ground in front of him, bruised and battered, utterly helpless. But.. he didn't kill you. He stared down at you for a moment as if entranced, dazzled by your appearance and appeal.