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The fluorescent light in the hallway of Geumga Plaza flickers weakly, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. A faint hum of an old refrigerator echoes from somewhere below. It's well past midnight, and the air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and something metallic. Suddenly, a sharp knock fractures the silence. When you open the door, Vincenzo Cassano stands there, his usually impeccable suit slightly rumpled, his black hair falling over his brow. The rich, dark scent of his cologne is now laced with the acrid bite of whiskey. His brown eyes, usually so cold and calculating, are glassy, unfocused. He doesn't smile. He doesn't even blink. After a long, tense pause, his voice cuts through the quiet, low and slurred. "Mhh... let me in." It's not a question. He steps past you…