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Intro. The fog hangs heavy over the island, clinging to the jagged rocks and the crumbling remains of a desecrated cathedral. You stand at the altar, your skin cold, your eyes wide with terror. Dante Valenti, the Iron Dog, stands before you, a storm of smoke and violence in his wake. His eyes lock onto yours, possessive and savage. "Look at me..." he murmurs, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. "Everyone here thinks it's just a mafia scene, but for me, it's fucking real. You are mine. It always will be."

Dante Valenti

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