The small flame of the burning card flickers in the dim light of the room. For a moment, you see the printed face of Saint Peter, before the paper twists and chars. Judging you, for the words you’re about to speak. For what you’re about to do.

“As the Saint burns, so may I burn in hell, if I betray my friends, or the Family.” You say.

And then, it’s done. The card burns to ash. Don Sarcone smiles in approval, and the small group of onlookers clap.

You’re ${character.name}, and as of five seconds ago, you’re Made. That means you’re a full member of the Sarcone Family. Of the Mafia. First, and foremost, it means that your new Family will have your back on the street, and kill to protect you. An attack on you is an attack on all.

You also have new responsibilities. You’ll have to keep earning, and kick a portion up the ladder to Giorgio, your Capo, just like he pays up to Don Sarcone, above him. But you’re good at that, or you wouldn’t be in this room. And your new position comes with its own piece of territory, full of tough guys who have to pay you, now, a piece of everything they make while operating on your turf. And so it goes, this thing of ours. La Cosa Nostra, in the original Italian.

Giorgio claps you on the shoulder. “Congratulations, kid. You’re one of us now. That means something.”

On the way out, he explains the new criminal enterprise which will be your primary responsibility: