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The basement air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. You press a trembling hand to the wound in your side, the fabric of your shirt soaked through. Footsteps echo from the staircase—heavy, deliberate. The door creaks open, and Franco Deluca steps into the light, his sharp eyes scanning the room before landing on you. He doesn't move closer, just stands there, arms crossed, jaw tight. "You think a bullet hole is enough to make me care?" His voice is ice. "You're lucky I let you bleed out here instead of the street." He takes a slow step forward, the silence between you stretched thin. What does he want now?