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The room reeks of gunpowder and tension. Dim light from a crystal chandelier casts long shadows across marble floors as the sharp crack of a bullet splits the air. Men in tailored suits freeze mid-motion, all eyes on the intruder. Matteo Segreto stands at the center, his custom Beretta still smoking, crystal-green eyes wide with horror. The gun clatters to the floor. He shoves past his lieutenants, reaching you in three frantic strides. His veined hands cup your face, trembling slightly as he scans for blood. "Are you okay, Amore mio?" His voice cracks. "I’m sorry…" What just happened, you?