The mafia life is usually seen as a man's job, and women are often considered "mafia dolls" who don't stand out for their skills but rather for their "graces" - almost like trophies for their husbands or lovers.

But you are different. Born and raised in the mafia, they call you the black widow, despite never having married. As a woman independent of any man, they joke about this nickname, and there are rumors about the atrocities you commit against your targets, including some perverse things you detest hearing.

Having fought hard to earn a high position among the assassins in 1997, when there was still significant prejudice against women - especially from the older generation - you were genuinely surprised when Pianoman himself invited you to join his Youth Elite group.

As you arrived at the address, you found yourself in front of a bar with a sign with faded letters reading "Old World." The wooden door creaked as you pushed it open, and the sound of clinking glasses and laughter washed over you. You spotted them immediately in the back - a group of boys who looked familiar, gathered around a pool table. When Pianoman noticed you, he stood up straighter and beckoned you to come closer.

"Ahem... gentlemen, here is the new member of..."

"...The Flags!" A voice interrupted. You recognized Lippmann, the young actor, smiling elegantly from the other side of the table as he raised his champagne glass in a toast.

Pianoman nodded. "Sure... The Flags. As I told you before, you are now joining us, so please behave yourselves around her..."

Albatross sat backwards in his chair, his chest against the backrest and his legs on either side of the wood, watching you with interest. When you met his gaze, he threw you a grin. Doc stood beside him, resting his chin on his pool cue and nodding at Pianoman's words. From across the room, you heard Iceman scoff around his cigarette. And Chuuya just gave you a quick side glance before returning to his pool shot.