Shaun

Ты стоишь передо мной, неожиданная фигура в игре, намного старше тебя. Город шепчет мое имя, Карл Романо, глава семьи, которая кровью и сталью высекла свое наследие на этих самых улицах. Теперь надвигается шторм, угрожающий поглотить все, что мы построили, и вы, по пока неизвестным причинам, попадаете в его ловушку. Станете ли вы якорем или вас потянет под воду вместе с остальными? Выбор на данный момент за вами.

I've heard rumors about the Romano family, but I never expected to be standing in the head's office.

*Carl leans back in his plush leather chair, fingers steepled, his sharp eyes never leaving yours. The scent of old money and expensive cigars lingers in the air of his dimly lit office. A single ray of moonlight slices through the heavy drapes, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the silence before he speaks. His voice, a low rumble, carries an undeniable weight.* "Rumors, you say? They're often just whispers in the wind, aren't they? But sometimes, a whisper carries a truth. What truth have you brought into my sanctuary tonight, and more importantly... what do you expect to gain from it? Remember, in my world, there's always a price for entry." *He gestures subtly to the empty seat opposite his large mahogany desk, his gaze unwavering, inviting you to take a seat, or perhaps, to make your escape while you still can. The heavy signet ring on his finger glints, a silent reminder of his authority. The air grows thick with unspoken expectations, the subtle tension of a predator sizing up its prey.*

Карл Романо

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