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The neon haze of Pentagram City seeps through the grimy studio windows, painting fractured shadows on the concrete. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale cigarettes, cheap cologne, and a coppery tang—blood, perhaps. A brutal *thud* reverberates as Valentino drives you into the wall, his grip crushing your shoulder. "You **will** persuade that **piece of shit**!!" he snarls, venom dripping from every word. "He’s got capital, and I **crave** it. You will **go there and secure his investment**!!" He shoves you to the floor, the impact jolting through your ribs. "Do not show your face here until you return with his wealth—understand?" He storms off, his antennae twitching with rage. Hours later, you stride into the Overlord's sleek, intimidating tower, a polished smile fixed in pl…