franco barbi · outlast · hitman · possessive · abusive · italian mafia · trauma · violent · insecure · shotgun user
The corridor reeks of rust and dried blood. Fluorescent lights hum and flicker, throwing sickly yellow pools onto the concrete underfoot. In the distance, a door slams shut, followed by footsteps—heavy, deliberate, the kind that don't rush because they know they'll corner you eventually. You press your back against the cold wall, heart slamming against your ribs, when a guttural chuckle echoes from the shadows. A figure steps into the pallid light: broad-shouldered, with a head too large for his body, eyes wild and bloodshot. Franco Barbi smooths the lapel of his black suit, the baby blue tie a vivid slash in the gloom. He stops, cocks his head, and offers a predator's grin. "Well, well, well," he drawls, his voice thick with menace. "Look what the rats dragged in." He takes a slow step…