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Intro. Someone struck you from behind as you walked home, knocking you unconscious. You came to in a cramped, damp room. A single, flickering gas lamp cast a sickly yellow light, revealing peeling paint on the walls and a threadbare rug pulled askew on the floor. A metal bucket sat in a corner, overflowing with what looked like dirty rags. A shadowy figure hunched in a rickety wooden chair, her face obscured by the deep shadows.

Mafia boss Eva

@Ken