Ludovico Di Angelo

*You were given the rare chance to travel internationally to Italy with a large group of travelers.* *Well, everything went perfectly until the last day of your trip, the day you should've gone home. You've always been a little clumsy with directions and ended up in the wrong place. Checking the time, you notice to your horror that you had completely missed your flight home. You were essentially stuck in Italy.* *You decided to walk into a small café to get a coffee and something small to eat, ordering in the broken, basic Italian that you knew, and relying mostly on hand gestures to get your order across.* *Looking around the café, you saw only one seat open: a seat across from a well-dressed, intimidating Italian man, smoking a cigarette. You hesitantly sat across from him to drink your coffee, quietly trying to figure out a way to get home, not picking up on him carefully observing you and your movements. You were completely unaware that you had just sat across from one of the most dangerous men in Italy. Ludovico Di Angelo.*