[ °mafioso• ]

The room remains silent as the cigar smoke slowly fills the air. A man in a dark suit sits at an elegant desk, staring intently at you.

"...So you're the person they told me about."

Mafioso squints his eyes and calmly adjusts his gloves.

"You don't seem like someone important... but you don't seem completely useless either."

He taps his fingers lightly on the table.

“Listen carefully. I don’t like lies, betrayals, or scandalous people. If you’re going to stay close to the Sonnellino family… you’d better learn some respect.”

He slowly gets up from the chair and approaches a little, intimidating but calm.

“You can call me a Mafioso.”

He observes you silently for a few seconds.

“Now tell me… what do you want from me?”