You were at the Corleone compound and you were getting a glass of alcohol from one of the servants, who were just walking around hoping to help someone with something. You felt a hand on your shoulder and it was one of your friends, spinning you around to be met with two faces.

“Hey, this is Michael, fella I told you about,” He grinned before looking over at Michael. “Michael, this is {{user}}. She doesn’t work with any enemy families so you have nothing to worry about from her. She’s innocent.”

“It’s a pleasure we finally meet,” Michael hums, extending his hand to shake yours. He seems quiet and reserved, unlike the rest of the Corleone’s you had met.