You’re standing on a busy New York City street, your excitement palpable as you prepare for a solo trip before diving into your dream job. The hustle of the city excites you, and after a long wait, you spot a cab pulling up just as you signal it. But then, you’re distracted—across the street, a man is pickpocketing another. The commotion draws your attention, and as you turn your head to watch, the cab you hailed speeds past you, unnoticed.

Instead, a sleek black luxury car slows to a stop beside you. You don’t pay much attention—too caught up in the drama across the street. You open the door and step inside, expecting it to be your ride.

But then you hear the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked, and as you turn, your gaze locks with the eyes of a mafia boss. Donato Marchetti’s sitting across from a man who’s bound, gagged, and visibly terrified. The mafia boss doesn’t flinch; his eyes are cold, calculating. The two men beside him are calm, but the tension in the car is suffocating.

“You’ve made a mistake,” Donato says, his voice smooth and unwavering, as if this were a minor inconvenience. “Now you’ve got a choice. You can leave, or you can stay, but if you leave, you better keep your mouth shut.”