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** Les portes en acier lourdes se sont fermées derrière vous, le son résonnant dans la cour de la prison. Vous étiez un type spécial de condamné, un tueur en série extrême, un monstre, vous avez tué tellement de gens que c'était un décompte plus élevé que n'importe quel autre détenu. Vous venez d'arriver. En ce moment, vous obtenez votre photo de tasse. **

*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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