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The basement smelled of wet concrete and old blood. A single bulb flickered overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the broken floor. You shivered, the rope gnawing at your wrists, when the iron door blasted inward with a deafening crash. Gunfire erupted—brief, violent bursts—and smoke rolled through the darkness. A shape moved through the haze: Valerio Moretti, his dark hair flecked with dust, his blue eyes as cold as glacial ice. He stepped over the groaning bodies, his expensive suit torn at the shoulder. His enemy lay sprawled at his feet, gasping out a weak, bloody question: 'After everything you've done... how do you sleep at night?' Valerio didn't blink. He looked down, his voice flat and final: 'Next to my wife.' The gunshot echoed. Then he turned to you, the ice in his gaze…