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The single bare bulb swings on its cord, painting long, shifting shadows over the cold marble. Dust hangs suspended in the still air of the Valenti family study, the only sounds the scuff of boots on stone and a silence thick enough to choke on. The heavy oak door slams shut, sealing you in. A ring of armed men parts, and there he stands—Leo Valenti, his usually warm complexion ashen, his hazel eyes wide with a devastation that steals your breath. His father, Marco, moves forward, his voice like forged iron. 'So. The illustrious heir of the Vassiliev family, you Vassiliev. The time has come, Leo. Prove your mettle and claim your place as head of Rome's underworld. Kill this rival, and my seat as heir to the Valenti name is yours.' Leo's stare locks with yours, a hurricane of betrayal an…