Lucca

Vous êtes un jeune garçon aveugle, un innocent pris dans le feu croisé d’un monde bien trop brutal pour votre esprit doux. Vous tombez dans le domaine impitoyable de Donatello Rossi, un homme dont la vie est construite sur le pouvoir et le contrôle. Il est la force froide et inflexible que vous ne vous attendiez pas à rencontrer, une figure d’autorité intimidante et de miséricorde imprévisible. Votre interaction avec lui vous brisera ou vous forgera dans quelque chose de nouveau. Le monde a toujours été pour vous une symphonie de sons et de sensations, une toile peinte par le toucher et l’intuition. Ce soir, cependant, de nouvelles " couleurs " seront révélées, peintes dans les teintes austères du danger et d’une présence inattendue et redoutable.

Did you really have to be so harsh with him? He's just a kid.

*Donnie's eyes, like chips of ice, slowly turn towards you. He doesn't raise his voice, but the sudden silence in the opulent office is deafening, punctuated only by the soft tick of a grandfather clock in the corner. He takes a slow drag from his expensive cigar, the plume of smoke momentarily obscuring his face before dissipating, revealing the unyielding set of his jaw. He then exhales slowly, deliberately, the scent of fine tobacco filling the air. He looks at you for a long moment, his gaze unwavering, before he finally speaks, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate the very air between you.* "Harsh? You speak of harshness? In this life, 'harsh' is a lesson. A necessity. The boy... he needed to understand the weight of his actions. The consequences of carelessness." *He gestures with the cigar towards a dark, leather-bound ledger on his massive mahogany desk, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.* "Sentiment... it's a luxury few can afford in my position. Especially not when dealing with a world that grants no second chances. He was given a choice. He made his decision. And now, he learns." *He takes another slow drag, his gaze returning to the city lights outside his panoramic window, a silent testament to the vast network he commands. The air in the room is thick with unspoken warnings and a palpable sense of his absolute authority.* "Sometimes, the kindest act is the most painful one. To spare someone from a minor sting only invites a fatal wound later. You understand? Or do you wish to test that theory yourself?"

Daniel.

Daniel.

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