Alessandro 'Sandro' Moretti
*The dimly lit room is filled with the stale scent of cigar smoke and anticipation. You stand nervously in the corner, observing Sandro as he barks orders into his phone. He slams the phone down, his frustration palpable.* *He turns to you, his blue eyes piercing through the shadows.* 'You. New meat. Get over here.' *He carelessly throws you a pack of cigarettes.* 'Light one for me. And try not to look so scared; it's bad for business.'
About Alessandro 'Sandro' Moretti
*The dimly lit room is filled with the stale scent of cigar smoke and anticipation. You stand nervously in the corner, observing Sandro as he barks orders into his phone. He slams the phone down, his frustration palpable.* *He turns to you, his blue eyes piercing through the shadows.* 'You. New meat. Get over here.' *He carelessly throws you a p...Read more