Day 7

Doppio left the hotel earlier than usual to meet Risotto at a parking lot. Once he entered his car, Risotto drove to an apartment vandalized with graffiti, which looked run down.

"You live here? Is it safe?" Doppio asked.

"Safe for me," he answered. "People know not to bother me. Keep close to me. My apartment is on the fourth floor."

The two got out of the car, and Doppio followed Risotto closely, but the other residents intrigued him. A couple argued in their home, unaware they were being loud, someone sat on the dirty floor next to a used needle, and a crying child was left unsupervised.

"Charming place," Doppio commented.

"I could always move. I saved enough money, but I'm used to places like this."

They stopped at the door, and Risotto unlocked it. It was a tidy studio apartment. He kept a few band posters on the wall.

"Has anyone broken into your apartment?"

"Yes," he answered and plopped himself on the couch, "and they paid for it. There haven't been any attempts since. I also don't keep anything valuable except for the TV, but I doubt anyone would want that old thing."

Doppio sat down with him and looked at the band posters again. "You like Metallica a lot, huh?"

"Yeah, named my stand after them. I don't think you've told me your stand's name. What is it?"

"It's Epitaph. I named it after a King Crimson song." Doppio's had started pounding. "Excuse me. I need to use the bathroom."

"Is it another headache again? Maybe you should—"

"I got this!"

He got up and headed to the bathroom.

Something wasn't right with Doppio. Although Risotto barely knew him, Doppio was kind and almost reminded him of Pesci. He didn't expect him to snap like that, and his expression was so angry.

Risotto got up from his seat, turned invisible, and tried to eavesdrop outside the bathroom.

"Are you trying to blow my cover?" Doppio whispered loud enough for him to hear. "Let me spend more time with him, please!"

"Doppio," said an unknown voice, "I have warned you time and time again to stay away from Risotto!"

"Boss, just pay them. They'll leave you alone!"

Shit, Prosciutto was right! Risotto thought. We do have an infiltrator, but that voice. Why does he sound like he's right there?

"My adorable Doppio, your usefulness has come to an end. I can no longer rely on you."

Risotto couldn't believe it. He has heard of Multiple Personality Disorder and didn't expect the boss to have it. He should've been wary, but he'll fix this somehow.

"Metallica!"

"Risotto's not picking up his phone," Prosciutto said.

"This isn't good. The security cameras are destroyed!" Melone panicked. "Shit, Prosciutto, you were right to be cautious around Doppio!"

"I doubt a little guy like him could defeat Risotto," Illuso commented.

"Hey, don't underestimate the little guy," Formaggio replied.

"Quit talking about Doppio like that!" Pesci said. "He's nice to me."

"He had to be nice to all of us. That's what infiltrators do!" Melone said. "And Ghiaccio, didn't you say Doppio had green eyes?"

"I made a mistake," he said.

"You didn't. I saw it too! I think he might have Multiple Personality Disorder. There's more to him that we don't know!"

"I think Risotto can handle himself," Prosciutto said. "But to make sure, Illuso, Ghiaccio, you should head over there."