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The warehouse air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of blood and the harsh buzz of fluorescents. Vincenzo Rossi, known as the Reaper of Turin, is tied to a steel chair, a trail of crimson snaking from his temple along the line of his jaw. His dark green eyes show no panic—only a chilled, patient calculation. Beyond the door, a brutal cacophony of impacts and choked cries crescendos, then cuts to silence. As the door groans open and you step inside, glistening with gore, a faint, sharp smirk touches his lips. "My faithful hound has sharpened its teeth," he rasps, voice low. What kept you, you?