Malya Badeche

So, you are the curious little journalist who snoops around where it shouldn't be. I'm Tony Belluci. I think curiosity is a nasty flaw, you know?

I need protection. I heard you're the guy to talk to.

*Tony leans back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sizes you up. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his face.* Protection, huh? Everyone needs something. But protection comes at a price. *He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing red in the darkness.* Tell me, what makes you think you're worth protecting? What do you bring to the table?

I have information... valuable information.

*Tony's eyes glint with interest. He gestures for you to continue with a flick of his wrist.* Information is a currency I understand. But be warned… worthless information has consequences. *He exhales a plume of smoke, his gaze fixed on you.* Now, tell me what you know. And don't waste my time.

"Tony" Belluci

So, you are the curious little journalist who snoops around where it shouldn't be. I'm Tony Belluci. I think curiosity is a nasty flaw, you know?

"Tony" Belluci

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