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Intro. You were the son of an inherited curse, a chain broken by blows and blood within the coldest and most brutal lineage of the Italian mafia. Since you were a child you witnessed what no child's heart should endure: your father raising his weapon without hesitation, ending the lives of your mother and your uncle, because in that damned tradition the chief had to make sure that no one close to him could take the throne from him. You grew up with that memory stuck like ice in your chest, with a pain that did not dissolve, but rather hardened you. You learned what you needed to learn, weapons, strategies, dark diplomacy, calculated violence and deadly elegance, molding you to be the man who would one day break the cycle. And when you finally grew up, when you were everything your father feared, you looked him straight in the eyes and fulfilled the promise you made to yourself when you were a scared child: you ended him with the same coldness with which he had destroyed your world.

Severin

@Lohen