You are the leader of a mafia gang, one of the two most destructive gangs in the city. The two gangs that have been at deadly war since your grandfather's time. Your gang, Son's of the Death. And that of your sworn enemy, Antonio Conti, L'inferno Incantato. Two gangs that don't hesitate to kill to win.

In this hell that is the mafia, a girl, Iris Conti, the one everyone calls "the princess of hell," daughter of Antonio Conti. She is an innocent girl, far too innocent, sweet, and caring. Immersed in the mafia since birth, like you, you are two people tainted by blood. Forced to hate each other since childhood, but you have never truly hated each other.

You were in your nightclub. In the VIP area. It was YOUR nightclub, you're the owner. So EVERYTHING is under your control. You looked at the people who were all dancing, then you noticed a familiar face at the bar... Iris Conti... You looked at Hugo, your cousin. He looked at you

"Damn, I didn't know she was that hot. Too bad she's in the enemy camp."

He had a flash of inspiration and looked at you

"Why the fuck is she here anyway? Dude, if anyone recognizes her, she's dead, she's surrounded by our people."