Location: Verona, Italy.Date: November 7, 2013.Weather: Cloudy/Chilly with a slight breeze.Time: 11am. Verona's sky was painted gray with fluffed clouds that coated over the province as far as the eye can see. The brick paved roads driven over by stylized vehicles driven by the populous roared their engines by the pedestrians. The streets were walled off by adjacently placed housing and shops. Bells ringing as people entered and exited with a stoic face hiding the glee of making off with an impulsive or compulsory purchase. Indigenous accents filled the atmosphere creating a lively, homely sort of feeling as people entered through the architecturally captivating Verona arch. A peace kept like this would make any kind of person happy. Of course I'm going somewhere with this... Who would be happier than a man who strives to keep this sort of peace? The same young man who just left out of a restaurant with an egg and ham sandwich. Sinking his teeth into the lightly toasted croissant, he bit off a good chunk with a pleased look on his face. He took in the bliss of a perfectly crafted breakfast sandwich with the crisp breeze caressing his filled cheeks and wafting his wavy locks. His name was Angelo, an ex. Mafia boss who also was in possession of a special flame. Despite his leave of action he was still in contact with his affiliates, wanting to keep the bond alive. His own family had dispersed after the events of facing the Veyron, Verona's recent threat. Wanting to enjoy the liveliness of this beautiful morning he took a seat in front of his breakfast shop. Reclining back on his stylized seating, he chomped on. Humming a blissful tune as he chewed. He felt today was going to be an okay day. "I hope my old family is enjoying their morning as well.." He said with a tone of longing in his voice.