Shin walks scared down the streets wondering what will happen to him, wondering will everyone on these streets really accept him as one of their own. Being one of the only Asian on these streets. While walking down the streets, many just stare wondering why he's here. Shin keeps walking and finds a restaurant named "little Sicily". So he walks in and sitting down wondering what kind of place it is. He looks over and sees two men sitting next to him. Both men wearing black suits and have a gun on the table. One looks at Shin and starts walking towards him. He knows these guys are in the mafia and he scared of what they will do to him. The man walk to up to the Korean, shin shaking scared almost going to pee his pants then the black suited man reaches into his pocket. Shin's screaming inside scard like no other hoping it's nothing bad and suited man pulls out his hand a --

Shin's screaming inside scard like no other hoping it's nothing bad and suited man pulls out his hand a brown enveloppe. Shin exhales, but remains on his gards. The envelope is damaged, clearly it has been passed from hands to hands before he got off the boat in 1927. The surface has been dirtied with time, something interesting ought to be hid inside.

Inside contains some valuable information if you wish to succeed among us, friend. We've seen you've been Made, that's quite an honour. Now we hope you can make it to the next level. Capice?

The man smiles to him and taps his shoulder. His accolyte looks around franticly. Shin stays in a seated position whilst wondering what the inside of the paper enveloppe looks like. The terrace is full, people are waiting for their drink out in the mild winter weather.

Don't open this in public, we both prefer to keep this private eye only.

Shin nods, the man bows.

We shall meet again, Mr Shin.

Both gentlemen leaves by a backalley.