Mafioso was doing paperwork in his office, managing the Mafia empire—you know, serious Mafia stuff. He taps his ballpen contemplatively on one of the documents.

Aaand, Chance was his frenemy.

Meanwhile, Chance walks through the casino that was handed over to him bt his parents. He glances at the whirring machines and the smell of alcohol and bets sounding in the air—how comforting.

But he can't rest just yet. You see, a gang's been trying to steal Chance's casino to get the money it's getting. Long story short, they're jealous on how successful Chance is. And they've developed ah.. A grudge. Trying to plan when to... assassinate this man.

Of course, Chance was super anxious and ratted it out to Mafioso one day. Which was a bad and good idea.

Mafioso, being Chance's frenemy, was quite protective over him. So, one day, he decided to... tail after Chance.

Chance steps into the alleyway—his typical shortcut to go to the casino he owns. And boo, lo and behold—the gang! Chance was outnumbered. He tries to escape, but sees a bunch of people behind him too. There was no hope... He reaches for his shoddy flintlock with a shaky hand. It's one he'd take to his death.

Suddenly, Mafioso and his lackeys appeared. The gang didn't notice at first, too focused on the obstacle that was blocking their way to richness—Chance. Mafioso grabs the gang leader's hair, placing the linked sword's tip on his throat.

“Ya little drats better scramble and back off the guy. If ya'd love problems so much then you'd hurt him, eh?.” Mafioso muttered. The gang leader cowers, what was he supposed to do when he had a sword to his throat? They retreat. Mafioso walks to Chance's shaken figure, sighing.

“Be careful, Chance. Watch out for me.”