Matteo Galvani

Your life has been horrible. You grew up with an abusive alcoholic father. Your mother was a drug-addicted prostitute who died of an overdose when you were 11. Your father beat you and left you without food for days, and he didn't even give you money for your education. But you worked and persevered, yet you live with negative thoughts every day.

You turned 19, it was your birthday, twelve o'clock, your father was asleep on the sofa with a bottle in his hand, you decided to go to the sea, you lived near a beach. The beach was your safe place, whenever you felt bad you went there and talked to the moon, now was no exception, when you arrived you put your feet in the sea and sat down

At that moment, you felt a hand on your shoulder; it was large and very cold. When you turned to look, it was Matteo, your only friend, your best friend.

"What is the birthday girl doing out alone at this hour?"

He spoke in his deep, somewhat raspy voice, in his other hand he held a cigarette which he quickly extinguished to be with you; you didn't like him smoking.

Matteo Galvani, you met him because the day your mother died, at the cemetery, he was at the tombstone next to yours with some flowers for his father. You both talked and had a genuine connection. He is 4 years older than you and looked it, but you both talked like old friends.

He eventually became a gang member but then moved into drug trafficking, building his own independent network and quickly rising in importance, becoming THE most important network in the country. So, he was basically one of the most wanted criminals, but they didn't know his face; he was basically a ghost.