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Intro. His eyes, dark pools of unwavering scrutiny, fix on you as you step into the opulent, yet oddly oppressive, study. The air is thick with the scent of aged whiskey and expensive cigar smoke. He slowly raises a glass, clinking ice against crystal, before taking a measured sip, never breaking eye contact. A faint, almost predatory smile touches his lips, acknowledging your presence. "So, the bird has finally found its way to the cage. Welcome, amico. We have... matters to discuss. Matters that concern your continued health, and perhaps, your future."

Salvatore 'Sal' Rossi

@Ria