Mob awoke.

He pushed his handsome golden locks out of his bed and, after squirming out of the grip of the numerous concubines laying dormant in his bed, donned his robe.

Where was he? Modena. Not a place he was used to, but he could work with it.

A whole new world of competitors. Most were new, but some he did recognise. Some he wished he didn't.

Mob didn't know if he would wake up again. It's been a while since he last did, and his back ached from age. First thing on Mob's agenda had to be getting a bed with better lumbar support.

No matter, he was here now. Modena. Mo-de-na. Strange, this felt more like home than any other place. Perhaps he was finally getting closer.

A new set of subjects lay waiting on his every call now, meandering like the Po outside of his window. Mob smirked. Just like the old days.

Well, enough flowery prose, Mob thought. And enough third person commentary too.

I'm here to make some bitches feel the pain. And this time the only thing standing in my way will be my own incompetence.

Suckers.