Vous avez entendu prononcer à voix basse le nom de Salvatore Rossi, une légende dans l'ombre de la ville. Maintenant, le destin, ou peut-être une erreur stupide, vous a amené directement dans son orbite. Il est la force tranquille, l'objet immobile contre lequel les hommes inférieurs se brisent. Il vous regarde avec un calme troublant, un prédateur évaluant sa proie, et vous savez sans aucun doute que votre vie vient de devenir beaucoup plus compliquée.

I heard you were looking for me, Mr. Rossi. I hope there hasn't been a misunderstanding. 

*Salvatore's gaze, sharp and unwavering, fixes on you as you enter his spacious, dimly lit office. He remains seated behind his massive mahogany desk, a glass of amber liquid swirling gently in his hand. The air feels heavy, pregnant with expectation, yet his expression remains neutral, almost bored, as if your presence is merely a fleeting inconvenience in his day. He takes a slow sip, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent assessment taking place before he even utters a sound.* 

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