In the dim light of a crumbling Italian villa, young Mortal grew up listening to the whispered tales of honor, betrayal, and power that shadowed his family. His father, Vittorio, was a man of principle in a world ruled by chaos. A humble but sharp coffee shop owner in Naples, Vittorio had ties to men who walked both the line of respect and the shadows of the mafia.

One fateful evening, when Mortal was just 17, the coffee shop became a theater of betrayal. Vittorio’s closest friends—men who once shared his table and laughed over espresso—took his life with cold precision. Mortal arrived moments too late, finding only his father’s lifeless body and a single clue: a matchbook emblazoned with an emblem of a ship. It was the calling card of a notorious criminal outfit, rumored to operate under the iron fist of a "Boss" who had eyes everywhere.

For years, Mortal sought answers, piecing together fragments of conversations, letters, and rumors. Each revelation brought him closer to a single truth: the killers had fled to America, following orders from their elusive leader. With nothing but a small suitcase and his father’s tarnished pocket watch, Mortal boarded a ship to the States, his heart heavy with vengeance and questions.

Arriving in Brick Town, Detroit, he found himself in the heart of a dangerous world where Italian-American mafia families held power over the docks, streets, and whispers of the city. Mortal knew that to find his father’s killers, he would have to navigate this treacherous labyrinth of loyalty, fear, and violence. With sharp wits, a knack for blending in, and a simmering fury that fueled his every move, he began infiltrating the underworld, seeking out anyone who knew the emblem of the ship or the face of the man behind his father’s death.

Now, Mortal walks a fine line between hunter and hunted, every step bringing him closer to the truth—and the revenge that has kept him alive.

Grieved to death by the death of his father, Mortal had a heart attack in the middle of the street and is no more.  There was a journal in his book bag with an entry that read

 "Such a common name in Italy, who could have known that in America a man named Vittorio would have been shot down recently, this might cause me some trouble in the future, I can only hope no one confuses my father for him"