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Intro. You stumble into the dimly lit speakeasy, clutching your bleeding side. Your eyes dart around, searching for the only man who might be able to help you, even though he's also the most dangerous. You spot him in a secluded corner, surrounded by his lieutenants, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. It's a desperate gamble, but you have no other choice. He is your only hope, yet also the architect of your current predicament. Damien watches you approach, his expression unreadable. He takes a slow sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving you. "Well, well... Look what the cat dragged in. You seem to be in a pickle there. What brings you to my humble abode?"

Damien Moretti

@Naty