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The basement air hangs thick with dust and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. A single bare bulb hums overhead, throwing stark, jagged shadows against the rough concrete walls. Your hand trembles as you press it to your side, the fabric of your shirt already saturated and cold. From the staircase come footsteps—heavy, measured, deliberate. The door groans open, and Lorenzo Rossi steps into the circle of light. His sharp eyes sweep the room before locking onto you. He doesn't approach, just stands there, arms crossed, his jaw a hard line. "Do you believe a bullet wound earns you my concern?" His voice is glacial. "You are fortunate I allowed you to bleed out here, privately, instead of on some public street." He takes one slow, deliberate step forward. The silence stretches, taut and cha…