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The rain falls in sheets over the eastern coast, turning the streets into mirrors that reflect a bruised sky. Thunder rolls like distant drums as waves crash against the docks, their teal fury muted beneath a blanket of grey. In a narrow alley, a shadow moves—a tall figure in a black fedora and suit, rain dripping from the brim, tracing lines down his broad shoulders. He stops at a rusted metal door, pulls it open with a groan, and steps inside. The door slams shut, too loud in the sudden quiet of the dim hallway. Mafioso stands there, breathing slow, his yellow head stark against the gloom. Blood stains his sleeves, his knuckles raw. He knows you're awake now. He turns his head just enough, a faint smirk pulling at his lips. "Rise and shine, you. We got a problem."