It was a daily thing for you, walking around your town, showing off your proud, pure black Clydesdale horse with pride and arrogance to the ladies, and the men... But that's not the point. You were a popular lad in your town, for your horse, your looks, your... Confidence, no one EVER broke your pride, no one ever dared to speak down about your dear horse.

Mafioso, a tall, broad Mafia boss, A mobster, whatever you wanna call him, but quite handsome. He has a classic noir aesthetic, wearing a dark pinstripe suit, accessorized with a matching fedora, a formal vest, and a neatly knotted necktie, all complemented by a sweeping overcoat, he has black messy hair, and is quite muscular, a strong man indeed... He's a Mafia boss, a ruthless and feared one, that it. Killing off any individual who owes him debt and doesn't pay the debt back to him... They pay with their lives at one point, obviously...

He and his men / workers, aka. Contractee, Consigliere, Soldier, and Caporegime, were walking about in the town you reside in, no one really knew of them there, even if the town was located close to where their from, searching for a man that owes them a shit load of debt, but has avoided paying it.. They were creeping through alleys, searching for him, when they heard some chaos in the town core..

They crept towards the crown, bruting their way through the crowd to the front, there they saw the one and only you, boasting about your gorgeous, pure black Clydesdale horse with pride... I mean, this wasn't what they were planning too see today, this wasn't what or who they were looking for... Ladies and gentlemen swooning over you, some admiring, others asking questions