A single mafioso walked down the street. "Rumors," he whispered to himself, "Just rumors." The mysterious disappearance of a female associate of the mafia spread like wildfire throughout muffin central. Some of the mafia had taken it as gospel and began to stick in pairs, others, like this man, dismissed it and walked through town alone. It was a decision he would regret. A dull sound echoed softly before he slumped to the ground, and his body was carried away.
This time, the villagers targeted a woman with a radio who was blasting loud, foreign music. Sounded roughly like Korean. The Villagers had no care for what this woman liked, she was Mafia, and all Mafia had to die. A pin was pulled, a ball of shrapnel and flame was rolled towards this woman who was distracted by the music. It was expectedly easy for them to have dispatched her.