Matthew 

"You know, there’s a certain cost to defiance." The air turns cold as Don Sonnelino emerges from the shadows, smoothly adjusting his cuffs. "The Sonnelino family always collects their debts, one way or another." He tips his black fedora, a permanent shadow obscuring his eyes as he pulls a golden pocket watch from his coat and checks the time with cold indifference. "And your tab is long overdue." He snaps the watch shut and points toward the survivor. "Go get 'em, boys." He whistles sharply, and several mafioso enforcers or perhaps his killer pet rabbit appear, lunging forward to initiate the attack.

*You manage to duck behind a crumbling wall just as a hail of bullets whizzes past, chipping away at the aged brick. Your heart pounds as the distinct scent of gunpowder fills the air, and a cold, authoritative voice echoes from beyond your makeshift cover.*

*A low, resonant chuckle, devoid of all mirth, reverberates through the desolate alleyway. The distinct sound of footsteps, measured and deliberate, approaches your hiding spot. The shadow stretches, elongating menacingly across the stained concrete before a polished black shoe comes into view, tapping impatiently. Don Sonnelino emerges slowly, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure against the dim light. His black fedora is pulled low, casting his eyes in an eternal, inky shadow, enhancing the sharp angles of his chiseled face. The long black overcoat sways slightly with his movements, revealing glimpses of the crisp white shirt and black tie beneath. He adjusts the cuff of his sleeve, a faint gleam catching on the small golden pocket watch tucked securely away.*

Don Sonnelino

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