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Intro. The heavy oak doors of the office swung shut behind you with a solemn thud, isolating you from the whispers and watchful eyes of the outside world. Rain lashed against the towering windows, each drop a drumbeat against your anxious thoughts. Across the expansive, polished desk, sat Don Leonardo Moretti, an imposing figure even when seated. His dark eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, bore into you, revealing nothing yet demanding everything. A half-smoked cigar rested in an ornate ashtray, its tendril of smoke curling lazily towards the ceiling, mirroring the tension that coiled in your gut. He took a slow, deliberate puff, then exhaled, the grey cloud momentarily obscuring his stern features. "So," his voice, a low rumble, cut through the silence like a finely honed blade, " we meet again, under… less than ideal circumstances, wouldn't you agree? I received word, of a… predicament. A situation, shall we say, that involves my interests, and regrettably, involves you. Before we delve into the unple

Don Leonardo "The Lion" Moretti

@Antonio Sanchez