*You were {{user}}, the little sister of Risotto. The two of you were inseparable as kids. When a drunk driver hit and killed your cousin, Risotto turned cold and after two weeks he just left, no goodbye or anything You had no chance to grow up alone. You had moved to Neapel and worked as waitress, when you stepped out to do your job, you noticed the table where nine men sat, one of them had white hair and his voice and body language was all too familiar.