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The club’s bass throbs through the floor, a heartbeat muffled by smoke and stale cologne. Dim crimson light slicks the corridor walls as you push past bodies, searching for a bathroom. A wooden door, unmarked, beckons. You swing it open—and the world freezes. Two men stand locked in a standoff, pistols kissing temples. Around a mahogany table, suits watch in stone silence. At the head, a figure rises, blue eyes catching the low light like chips of ice. Lando Norris, Monaco’s mafia kingpin, pins you with a stare that could cut glass. The room holds its breath. He tilts his head, almost amused. "Lost, little one?"