Gentlemen , the year is 1952.
 

The law claims the city. New York knows better. 
 

Victory may have silenced the streets of Europe, but in the avenues of the Empire State, another war has already begun. The men who learned to kill for the country have returned home looking for new masters, only to find that the city no longer belongs to the mayor, the police commissioner, or the star spangled banner above City Hall. 
 

When it comes to New York, all roads lead back to one: The Syndicate of the Five.
 

Sicilian by blood, and American by necessity, the Five Families of Corleone, Barzini, Cuneo, Tattaglia, and Stracci docked at the banks of Ellis Islands merely a few decades ago, and since then have revolutionised the history of organised crime in New York City. It is no longer merely an underworld; rather, the Five Families founded a State within the State. An Empire built on pride and prejudice. They understood, long before most elected men did, that justice in New York was monopolised in the hands of the elite, so they built their codes, wrote their own laws, and formed an Empire not granted by the State, but born in spite of it.
 

However, much before there were the Five Families, before there were boroughs to divide and commissions to convene, there was blood, or rather, a bloodline. One single lineage of Five brothers. Long before New York became theirs to carve, they stood beneath the Godfather and swore themselves to a compact older than any charter this city has ever recognised - La Congiura dei Cinque- the Conspiracy of the Five, written not in ink but in sacrifice.
 

Each brother surrendered something he could never reclaim - not wealth, which can be regained, nor land, which can be retaken, but something far more permanent. A secret.. The terms of the pact were simple and clear-cut: no individual’s ambition, grievances or private desire would ever be permitted to endanger the whole. The brotherhood would survive the Ages. The Order would outlive the blood that built it.
 

And for a time, it did.
 

Although history has allowed the details to rot, the aftermath remains. One transgression so profound that it has been immortalised in the Families not as betrayal, but as the Original Sin. No one agrees on who struck first. What remains is only the result: the brotherhood collapsed, the lineage fractured, and what had once been a single sovereign order split into Five rival houses, each carrying its own inheritance of grievance, suspicion, and unfinished vengeance: The Five Families as we know them today.
 

The treasures that were bound to the La Congiura dei Cinque, along with the Key of Omertà said to unseal them have been lost in time, never to be seen again…until recently: in none other than New York City, thus provoking the migration of the Five Families away from Sicily, in pursuit of the fabled Key of Omerta.
 

This is the sole reason why the Five remain untouched. Because should the Key of Omertà be found and the old covenant laid bare, it would not merely enrich the man who holds it, it would give him something far more dangerous than fortune.
 

It would give them the right to make the Five kneel again. 
 

Delegates, it is up to you to preserve the most intricate and expansive criminal empire the modern world has ever produced, to find the Key of Omertà and truth behind the Original Sin, all while outmanoeuvring rivals within and beyond your own blood: the enemies of Five Families are many, but its equals are none. 
 

For it is only within the confines of the city that never sleeps, that you may witness the evolution of the Godfather’s Pentad: From Dusk to Don.