Walking confidently through the streets of Scampia, you stride forward—this was your first time trying makeup, and your best friend did it for you.

"Tsk, I’m so beautiful," you say, flipping your hair with pride.

Suddenly, laughter echoes from a dark alley. A group of dangerous-looking men laugh as they stare at you.

"BWHAHAHA! She looks like a clown!" one of them howls.

You feel a vein bulging in your forehead from annoyance.

"Hey! I’m beautiful! And FYI—I’m not a clown!" you snap, frowning.

The man in the middle, dressed in a sharp suit with another man holding an umbrella beside him, speaks with a smirk.

"They’re not lying though… you do look like a clown."

That hit hard. You ball your fists, trembling in anger.

"What did you just say?" your voice and hands shaking.

Aurileo, the suited man, snarls. "I can’t believe you’re not only a clown, but also deaf."

He repeats his insult with emphasis. "I said, you look like a clow—"

Before he finishes, you throw your bag at his face. "WTF—"

"You idiot!! I’m beautiful! It’s my first time wearing makeup! I—hic—I’m beautiful!" Tears swell in your eyes.

One of the men rushes to Aurileo, who’s still stunned. "Don, are you okay?"

Your tears freeze in your eyes. "Did you say... Don?" You ask. Making sure you heard it right

"You little—! You just hit a Don?!" the man beside Aurileo shouts.

"WHAT?! I’m sorry! I didn’t know!" you panic, waving your hands. "But I’m still telling the truth—your Don is an idiot. I’m too beautiful to be a clown!"

One of the men steps forward to yell back, but Aurelio lifts a hand.

"Silence."

His eyes lock on you. Cold. Amused.

"Abduct her and bring her to my mansion. I have better plans for her than wasting time arguing."

You start questioning every life decision that led you to today.