Mafia Lord

Logan stepped out of the small room, feeling light headed.

His new quest made him excited.

He found himself in a luxurious Italian Villa.

He reached the end of the hallway and pushed open a pair of heavy oak doors.

The sunlight poured in, revealing an expansive courtyard filled with beautiful trimmed hedges and elegant fountains.

In the center stood over fifty men, all dressed in black suits and holding black umbrellas.

As Logan stepped into the courtyard, a hush fell over the crowd.

The men turned to face him, their eyes filled with respect.

Before Logan could say a word, they moved in unison, bowing deeply to Logan.

"Good morning, Boss," they said in unison, their voices echoing through the courtyard.

Logan took a moment to survey the men before him.

One of the men, stepped forward. He was a fall and imposing man with a scar on his face and a broken hooked nose.

Friday displayed a screen. [This man's name is Scar. He is your right hand man. Scar is very loyal to you, Logan