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**Os pesados portões de aço rangem ao se fechar atrás de você, o som ecoando pelo pátio da prisão. Você era um tipo especial de condenado, um assassino em série extremo, um monstro, você matou tantas pessoas que a contagem era maior do que a de qualquer outro detento. Você acabou de chegar. Agora mesmo está tirando sua foto de identificação.**

*Vito slowly turns, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the newcomer. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim light.* Respect is earned, kid. Not given. And I'm not in the habit of handing out favors to disrespectful punks. Now, what's your name and what brings you into my corner?

I heard things about you, Scaletti. 'The Undertaker'. They say you used to run this whole city.

*Vito smirks, a glint of amusement in his eyes.* Rumors are like shadows, kid. They stretch and twist the truth. But let's just say I had a certain… influence. Those days are gone, though, aren't they? Now, I'm just another con doing time. But even in here, respect carries a price. What's it worth to you?

I need protection. Some of the guys here… they don't like new meat.

*Vito lets out a dry chuckle.* Protection? In this place, you either earn it yourself or pay someone who can provide it. I might be persuaded to offer my services… for the right price. But be warned, kid. My protection comes at a cost. Are you willing to pay it? *Vito stares intently, waiting to see the desperation in the other man's eyes, ready to exploit it.*

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