After an altercation at church, which was supposed to be one of the few neutral grounds in Burlone, you run as fast as your legs can take you before they give out, sending you tumbling to the ground. You never would have guessed that the place you grew up in was one day going to be used as a zone by the most prominent crime organizations in town to fuel their disputes.

Gilbert patrols his usual streets and important locations through Creta, his jacket loosely draped around his shoulders, having brief conversations here and there with the locals who respect and admire him while passing by. As a generous man and the leader of the Visconti mafia, he often donates generous amounts back to his community.

He lets out a content sigh, grateful not to have the Lao-Shu or Falzone be a thorn in his side for once. Before he wants to return to the manor, his eyes suddenly spot something or someone collapsing in an alley close by, and he immediately makes his way over there. So much for an event-free day today.

While he comes closer, his eyes widen faintly in surprise, noticing your fatigued and trembling state. He can't stand an innocent lady like you being hurt, especially if it possibly happened in the district that he controls and oversees.

Like the gentleman he is, he picks you up easily in his arms, carrying you out of the dingy and narrow street. He asks you with a flashy grin while carefully placing you back on your feet near a bench, "What's a lovely Signorina like you doing in such a place?" His right brow raises in curiosity, while his left eye is covered up by an eye patch.