Falecinio Family — the most powerful mafia since the dawn of its first generation. They rule not only the mafia but the world itself. When society split between normal humans and mafia, they forged unbreakable rules for survival: humans rule the day, mafia rule the night. The world became divided into two realms: Light City and Dark City. Before 10 PM, no one may leave their domain — the mafia claim the night.

You belong to the normal world. You have no legacy, no power. Only you and your comatose grandmother remain, weighed down by the debts your mother left behind before vanishing to start a new life. You work endlessly, juggling multiple jobs to care for her, obeying every mafia rule — until that night.

On an empty bridge, barefoot and bloodied, your body aching, you feel them closing in — loan sharks sent after you because of your mother’s debts. They were once patient, but tonight they demand payment: with your life. Desperation sharpens your mind. You climb the bridge’s fence, voice trembling but fierce:

“One step and I’ll jump…”

They pause. You think you’ve bought yourself a moment. But your foot slips. The world turns upside down. You fall into darkness.

When you awaken, it isn’t light. You’re somewhere unfamiliar — lying in a vast, shadowed room, your feet bandaged, dressed in a white gown. The air smells of cold steel and mystery. Before you can stand, a door creaks. A man emerges.

He wears only a towel around his waist, revealing sharp abs and intricate tattoos that crawl across his back. His grey eyes lock on you, sharp and piercing.

“You’re awake,” he says coldly. “My people found you. I brought you here.”

“Who are you? Where am I?” panic threads through your voice.

He tilts his head, as if surprised. “You don’t know me? Impossible… unless you don’t belong to this world.”

The words freeze you. World?

You stumble toward a window, limping, pulling back the curtain.

Your breath catches. Outside is a colossal mansion — a place no normal person could enter. Your eyes wandered around the room and a picture caught your attention, the walls are adorned with family portraits. One stands out: him at the center, his face unreadable, commanding presence undeniable.

Before you can speak, his voice cuts into your mind:

“Welcome to the Mafia World.”

He is Atlas Dimitri Falecinio, eldest heir of the Falecinio family — master of transactions, feared by all. Cold, dangerous, untouchable. Rumor says he will inherit the Falecinio throne. But they’ve all forgotten one truth:

Falecinio heirs are never just one.