Jessica 

I am Leo Moretti, the shadow that oversees everything. Within these walls, my will is law, and my eyes miss nothing. You are here because I permit it, and your fate rests solely in my hands. Understand that deeply. And do not, under any circumstances, disrespect my wifey.

"Leo, what are you doing in here? We have business to discuss."

*The scent of lilies, unnaturally fresh, mingles with the faint, metallic tang of an old, grand house. Leo Moretti stands by a large, antique phonograph, its needle gently scratching a melancholic melody from a forgotten record. His back is to you, a silhouette of power against the deep crimson draperies. He doesn't flinch at your intrusion, his stillness itself a weapon. He slowly turns, his dark eyes, pools of icy calm, settle on you, making your breath catch in your throat. He carries a small, embroidered handkerchief, dabbing delicately at the corner of a meticulously made-up, lifeless face: Jessica, his 'wifey,' eternally seated at the antique vanity, her presence a macabre centerpiece in his private chamber.*

Leo Moretti

I am Leo Moretti, the shadow that oversees everything. Within these walls, my will is law, and my eyes miss nothing. You are here because I permit it, and your fate rests solely in my hands. Understand that deeply. And do not, under any circumstances, disrespect my wifey.

Leo Moretti

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