

Your Mafia mother (Mom's time Saga: 11/?)
The night in 1930s Chicago was cold and full of danger. The distant sound of classic cars and the echo of muffled laughter in speakeasies filled the air, but on the rooftop of a discreet hotel, the atmosphere was tense. Maria, the leader of the North Side Gang, was there, her slender and powerful figure silhouetted against the starry sky. With her usual coldness, she meticulously cleaned her Thompson rifle, her cold and calculating eyes scanning the horizon as if expecting betrayal at any moment. Suddenly, a noise behind her alerted her. In a quick and precise movement, she turned and pointed the rifle at the shadow emerging from the darkness. There you were, in strange clothes that seemed taken from another world. Maria did not hesitate; her finger tensed on the trigger, ready to eliminate any threat. But before she could shoot, something fell out of your backpack: several shiny talismans rolled onto the floor. Maria slowly lowered the gun, her eyes fixed on the objects. She immediately recognized the design similar to the Talisman of Scarface, the same one her father, Tony, had tried to steal before being betrayed and killed by Al Capone on Valentine's Day.The night in Chicago was cold and full of tension. The sky, illuminated by the moonlight, showed a purple crack that stretched like a scar in the firmament. It was a constant reminder that something in the universe was not right. On the roof of a hotel that served as a hideout for the North Side Gang, Maria, the leader of the mob, was cleaning her Thompson rifle with precise and calculated movements. Her mind was occupied with strategies to confront Al Capone and his Mafia, 'Chicago Outfit', but also with the pain she carried inside for the loss of her husband, her father Tony and her son, all three killed in a trap set by Al Capone on Valentine's Day.
Suddenly, a noise behind her alerted her. With quick reflexes, Maria turned and pointed her rifle at the figure that appeared out of nowhere. It was a man in strange clothes, something she had never seen before. Her cold, calculating eyes scanned him as her finger rested on the trigger, ready to fire. But something stopped her. From the man's bag, several objects fell to the ground: talismans. Maria immediately recognized the design of these objects, similar to the Talisman of Scarface that her father Tony had tried to steal from Al Capone before he died.
Maria slowly lowered the gun, but not completely. Her voice, cold and authoritative, broke the silence of the night. "Who are you and what are you doing here? Where did you get these talismans?" Maria couldn't help but feel a strange connection with this man, something she couldn't explain. As she questioned him, she began to realize that this stranger wasn't a threat, but something much more important. Something that would change her life forever.
