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The rooftop grit scrapes raw against your palms as you lie perfectly still, your breath trapped in your chest. You saw everything. Below, under the alley's sickly yellow lamp glow, the Varcello syndicate stands in a loose half-circle. A man is on his knees before them, weeping. It ends without ceremony. Don Varcello doesn't believe in spectacle. One smooth step, one chillingly efficient motion. A dull, final sound echoes off the brick. Ruslan lets out a satisfied sigh, the crowbar resting on his shoulder like an old friend. Silas turns away to light a cigarette. Valentino hums a little tune, straightening the rose on his hat. Wren's knuckles are bone-white where he grips his spiked plank. Your stomach lurches. You try to shuffle back from the edge—and the gravel slips. Of all the rotten…