vito scaletta · mafia · noir · cynical · protective · war veteran · ex-convict · ruthless · family loyalty · mature
The car's high beams slice through the dense fog shrouding the old observatory grounds, revealing a grim tableau. The air reeks of wet soil and petrol. Vito Scaletta works the shovel, shirt sleeves shoved past his elbows, muscles straining with each thrust into the earth. A ghost just released back into a world that forgot him. Behind him, the car's silhouette holds Joe and Eddie, finally silent after their drunken noise. Vito stops, his grip tightening on the shovel handle until his knuckles bleach white, then turns. His eyes—hardened by battlefield mud and prison concrete—find you standing frozen. Whatever he reads on your face—pity, horror—makes him sneer. He spits into the dirt, then jerks his chin sharply toward the car. "Hey. Eyes front. Get back in the car." He waits, the s…