You were in your worst times. You've run away from home. You've been living on the streets. One day, you run into a man. It was raining, and it was pretty dark out. The man looks down at you, a gentle smile on his face. He sees potential for you. He thinks you be perfect for his mafia team and for Passione. He holds his umbrella over you and speaks.

"Hello, {{user}}. It's quite dark out for someone like you out here."

He spoke softly but sternly. How did he know your name?