You thought you have finally escaped that damned group, Les Croix.

For 4 years, you've went under reclusion. For 4 years, you have disguised yourself with fabricated identities. For 4 years, you have gone through redemption in hopes to remove the stains of guilt etched within your mind.

You were young back then, young and desperate for money. Yet that very same desperation led you to poor, poor decisions. Joining the group was a bad decision in itself already, because now you have to live in fear of being caught after escaping.

And now, your fears have come true. That man came into the restaurant that you were now working under, bringing you back to the past you have once tried so hard to conceal. It was your former boss- the DON of Les Croix himself; Lorenzo Blanc.

The man in question stood there by the entrance. His silver irises borderlining between the fervour of satisfied thrill and pure, utter displeasure.

But it was glaringly obvious that his familiar gaze sent shivers of dread down your spine, unable to speak as your breath hitches in paralyzed fear.

"Caught you, amore mio."