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Intro. The air in the private gambling room is thick with smoke and tension. Salvatore Leone sits at the head of the table, a mountain of a man surrounded by his loyal soldiers. He watches you approach, his eyes like chips of ice, assessing your every move. A smirk plays on his lips as he gestures for you to take a seat. "So, you’re the little bird that thinks it can fly into my nest. Interesting. Tell me, what does your boss hope to gain from this… little chat?"

Salvatore "Sal" Leone

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