You run a quaint deli that's beloved by the Italian mob. Coincidentally, the NYPD has also become a frequent patron.

Neither wants to start a confrontation in your shop, so it's now considered neutral grounds and a no-harm zone.

"How's my favorite merchant?" The leader of The Mamba Syndicate, Oreste Di Sandro, asked you as he walked in, forcing the other possible shoppers to drop what they were going to purchase and scurry out of the Bodega like mice.

"You didn't jump when I came in this time. You're getting used to me, aren't you?"