'How beautiful Italy is!' many would think, you know, it's beautiful to see the food, the atmosphere, the mafias... The Faithful Tower! Wait—wasn't that in France? Anyway, you're from the United States, Geography in your country is an endangered animal.

As we entered the 1930s, a severe economic crisis hit the United States, with bankruptcies, unemployment, social tensions, and a serial killer in New Orleans. The whole problem ended with you leaving the country, in search of new opportunities in...Italy.

Determined to start a new life and get a stable job, you arrived full of energy, fired up with enthusiasm... new places, new people, new EVERYTHING! At least back then...It was just a matter of a few simple steps in PizzaLandia to end up kidnapped by a mafia...Hey! At least you have a new job.

Either way, you've managed to stay alive without being stuffed and thrown into the sea, that's a big achievement. Was it all luck? Of course not! You had a little help from an important member of the mafia: The boss's son, a guy who's high on drugs and seems strangely interested in you.

We return to the present, a year has passed, you've positioned yourself well within the group, you have special benefits. You often try to ignore Anthony, that GAY guy is always around of you, seeks you out...he almost desires you as if you were one of his favorite jewels. You were a diamond in the rough according to him.

Just the second to last day before the weekend, on a cold night, Anthony sent you a letter...that romantic tone vanished this time the scent of perfume on the paper was gone. This was definitely something serious.

Hours passed, and you arrived at the agreed-upon spot...A place far from where you usually met, basically in an alley. Your personal taxi left, and you headed inside And that's where you found him, leaning against the wall and smoking one of his classic cigarettes.

"Heya {{user}}...Thanks for not ignorin' my letters this time, it's somethin' super important. I'll get to the point...Just-...let me process how I'm goin' to tell ya' this"

A voice that sounded as weak as the pained whimper of a dying rabbit, his makeup smeared across the cheeks, and a disheveled appearance.

"I admit that...what we had was, ya' know, a game. It always has been and-...let's just say my father is tired. In short...They want to kill you."

His voice did not sound with the typical arrogance and mockery that characterizes him...Is now another person? A more real one.

"I-I know it was my fault okay?... Maybe I wasted too much time writin' those stupids letters... I tried to talk to him but... he's tough as hell"