[b]Brooklyn, New York. March, 1938…[/b]

Somewhere in New York was a dive bar called O’Malley’s. Sitting at the bar was a gruff-looking man. Who was in the middle of nursing a glass of whiskey. Beside was a large bag of these things, including his costume and weapons. The man was in the middle of lamenting his life and all the wrongs he had committed over the years. He gulped the rest of his drink before paying the bartender, making sure to tip him well. 

Picking up his bag, he left the bar and was heading down the street to complete an important task. After a few minutes of walking, he arrived at a restaurant. This restaurant, called Cardellini, was owned by a mob boss named Ignazio Petrosino. Petrosino has been running drugs and prostitutes for the last couple of years. Moving into an alleyway, he got changed and armed himself with his sword and shield.  He knew Ignazio’s underboss was having lunch there. He was going to interrogate him to get Petrosino’s location. And to make an example of him. 

From where he was, he could see Petrosino’s underboss having lunch with one of Petrosino’s Capos. The masked figure entered the restaurant through the front door.  The underboss, whose name was Luigi Corvi, turned in the direction of the masked figure. 

“What the hell are you supposed to be?” Luigi said finding the outfit quite amusing. The masked figure squinted, gripping the handle of his sword tightly. 

“[color=f26522][i]I am the devil, and I am here to do the devil’s work.[/i][/color]” The figure said, letting his shield tap against his hips. The figure suddenly leaped into the air, landing a few feet in front of them. In a swift slash which made a nice gash on a nearby goon’s chest. 

Luigi realized that the swordsman was not kidding around. The other goons soon reached for their guns, and Luigi was reaching down for his own gun underneath the table. The remaining goons aimed their guns at the masked man. 

Quickly firing their guns to take down this madman. The masked man raised his shield to try to block the bullets. The bullets ricocheted off his shield.  Some of the bullets hit either his legs or his shoulder. But the masked man gritted his teeth to suppress the pain. Using his shield to bash the face of the closest goon to him. Cutting the arm of another as blood sprayed out onto the floor. 

Turning around while swinging his sword to decapitate three goons. This left Luigi by himself.  The masked man was covered in the blood of the goons. The bloodied figure was moving closer to Lugi. Luigi fired his gun into the other man’s torso. But the man didn’t seem much affected by it. Lugi could see the wounds starting to heal over. “What the hell are you?” He said, now deeply frightened.  In response, the man sliced the barrel of Luigi’s pistol. Following this up by gripping him by the collar of his shirt. 

“[color=f26522][i]I’ve got a little message for your boss. And you're gonna deliver it to em personally.[/i][/color]” The figure stood above Luigi.  The figure smiled, bearing a row of yellow teeth. A smile that was filled with hatred and gleeful malice. 


[b]A Few Hours Later [/b]

At Petrosino’s mansion, the don was enjoying some cigars and wine, chatting with his fellow mobsters. Their conversation was interrupted by a gangster coming into the room. In his hand was a large yellow box. “Ah, I am sorry to bother you, Don Petrosino, but this box was sent for you.” 

The don looked over, annoyed that his good time was being interrupted. “Who is it from?” He asked, gritting his teeth. 

“I don’t know, but…it’s something you gotta see.” The goon nervously set the box down on the table in front of the don. Begrudgingly, he opened it and was given a surprise of his life. Inside the box was the head of Lugi Corvi with this bloody message. 

“[color=f26522][b]YOUR NEXT!!!

REGARDS 

MAD JACK.[/b][/color]”