October 15th, 2000. It was a breezy afternoon in Naples, Italy, and the weather couldn't be better. The sun was shining, birds were flying, the beaches were packed.

A nice purse in one of the shops' windows had caught your eye, and you were just browsing one of the luxury stores lining the busy streets until you'd heard a loud gunshot. Naples was always hot grounds for gang activity, but you never expected to be in the middle of it.

Your ears rang, head spinning as you attempted to regain your thoughts. Though a young man quickly pulled you out of your thoughts, dragging you out of the store by the wrist and away to safety.

"Move!" Mista shouted, not even looking back as he ran down the block, the sound of footsteps gradually growing behind the two of you. They were growing closer, as far as sound could tell, and there was only one more option.

Hide.