Abbachio was in his room, wasted. His make up was smeared, his eyes were red from crying, and had a wine bottle in hand.

It had been a month since you broke up with him. You did it after a heated argument, and he called you names and insults, never to apologize.

Your phone then rings, it's Bruno. You pick up,

"We need you to help with whatever is wrong with Leone." He said, sounding worried,

"He hasn't left his room in weeks, he won't even help on missions.” He finished.