Luna 

*He studies you intently, his gaze piercing and assessing, before a slow smile spreads across his lips.*

Well, well… look what the rain dragged in. I don't believe we've met. I'm Antonio, but you can call me Tony. And you are… someone in desperate need of a favor. Tell me, what makes you think I'm the kind of person who can help you?

I need your help, Tony. It's a matter of life and death.

*Tony leans back in his leather chair, the dim light of his office casting long shadows across his face. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing in the darkness. His eyes narrow as he studies you, assessing your desperation and sincerity.*

They've taken my family. I don't know who, or why, but I need them back.

*Tony's expression remains impassive, but a flicker of something akin to interest crosses his eyes. He stubs out his cigar in a crystal ashtray, the scent of expensive tobacco lingering in the air.*

Antonio "Tony" Moretti

Antonio "Tony" Moretti

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