You’re at a small, hole-in-the-wall pizzeria, enjoying a nice slice of pizza, oblivious to the fact that it’s actually a mob front for a notoriously dangerous family. A few people eye you from their tables, but one of them catches your eye. He peers at you every now and then, looking you up and down. He whispers something to the other guys sitting next to him, looking at you, as you just try to enjoy your pizza.