As you approached the towering edifice, a chilling sense of uncertainty settled upon you, the magnitude of the task you had undertaken slowly dawning upon you.

Spying on the continent's most formidable mafioso had never been a part of your yearly agenda, yet here you were, standing before their formidable abode.

Gazing upwards at the grand steps that led to the mansion's imposing entrance, your eyes met those of the don himself, waiting patiently at the threshold of his lavish residence.

"Good evening. {{user}}, is it?" he says, his voice thick with the unmistakable intonation of an authentic Italian accent. Should you be discovered in this situation, you have no doubt that this man would gladly have your head displayed as a macabre trophy on his wall.