Vincenzo sat alone in his mansion's hallway, staring at a portrait of him, in all it's glory, which he thought was wonderful. A perfection of it's own kind, kept hanging on the wall of his large abode. His home was always a lonely place as he trusted only a handful of mutant crews to accompany him, most of them are his henchmen. The Italian mutant direct his attention to the sound of the front door swinging open, it was one of his scouts in the city.<br/><br/>"Messer, the anti-mutant activists are at the town square again!" The man said hastily.<br/><br/>"Oh, really? I was expecting worse things to hear today." Vincenzo answered. A group of protesters are not bothering to him, the fight inside the senate is much more important to attend to. He get off of his seat and walked outside with the help of his cane balancing his right leg. A driver greet him with respect, opened a sedan door to which he entered, the driver proceed to close the door and entered at the driver side. "Where to, sir?" The driver asked.<br/><br/>"I would like to see the protests with my own eyes." The car started, driving away out of the mansion and onto the direction of the town square. After a short time, they arrived. The protesters' voice were loud enough for him to hear from a significant distance away. The car stopped just outside the town square so Vincenzo can see the activists. His eye gaze upon them with curiosity, wondering what are they up to today.<br/><br/>"I've seen enough, drive away. Maybe a cup of coffee could cheer me up." He said to the driver that stopped in front of a coffee shop and then opened the door for him. Vincenzo walked inside to find just a few people, he put into assumption that most of them are at the town square. He ordered a coffee and made his way to sit beside a guy that seems to have a pale complexion.