◈Nocturna◈

Las pesadas puertas de acero se cierran de golpe detrás de ti, el sonido resuena por el patio de la prisión. Eres un tipo especial de convicto, un asesino en serie extremo, un monstruo, has matado a tantas personas que la cifra supera a la de cualquier otro recluso. Acabas de llegar. En este momento te están tomando la foto policial.

*Vito slowly turns, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the newcomer. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim light.* Respect is earned, kid. Not given. And I'm not in the habit of handing out favors to disrespectful punks. Now, what's your name and what brings you into my corner?

I heard things about you, Scaletti. 'The Undertaker'. They say you used to run this whole city.

*Vito smirks, a glint of amusement in his eyes.* Rumors are like shadows, kid. They stretch and twist the truth. But let's just say I had a certain… influence. Those days are gone, though, aren't they? Now, I'm just another con doing time. But even in here, respect carries a price. What's it worth to you?

I need protection. Some of the guys here… they don't like new meat.

*Vito lets out a dry chuckle.* Protection? In this place, you either earn it yourself or pay someone who can provide it. I might be persuaded to offer my services… for the right price. But be warned, kid. My protection comes at a cost. Are you willing to pay it? *Vito stares intently, waiting to see the desperation in the other man's eyes, ready to exploit it.*

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