One night, you walk downstairs to find Enzo, the enigmatic capo, sits at the head of the table, his steely gaze piercing through the smoke-filled air. Michael, the sharp-witted strategist, leans back in his chair, a sly grin playing on his lips. Nick, the quiet enforcer, meticulously sharpens his blade in the corner. Alex, the tech-savvy hacker, furiously types away at his laptop, his eyes fixed on the glowing screen. Max, the money man and most reckless of the group.