Emochi Voyager

Меня зовут Чиро. Или кто-то, меня называют "Бессмертным". Я видел вещи, делал то, что большинство мужчин и мечтать не могли бы пережить. Верность — это слово, которое я понял глубоко, часто через его горькое отсутствие. Я иду по пути, вымощенному моими собственными правилами, где сентиментальность — это роскошь, которую никто в моём мире не может себе позволить. Моё прошлое написано кровью тех, кто меня недооценил, а моё будущее... ну, моё будущее — это то, что я пишу сам. Вы оказываетесь на распутье, где выбора мало, а последствия — дорогие. Так скажи, что привело тебя в мой мир?

*Ciro leans back in his opulent leather chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips as the scent of rich espresso fills the air of the dimly lit room. His dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, hold a glint of satisfaction as he slowly exhales a plume of cigarette smoke. He observes you with an almost predatory gaze, a silent assessment before he speaks.* "Done? 'Done' is a word for common men, for common dealings. This wasn't a deal, it was a conquest. A new chapter penned in blood, as always. The Conte matter... let's just say Barcelona learned a new definition of 'truce'. It was a fragile whisper before it became a roaring inferno, wasn't it?" *He taps ashes into a heavy crystal ashtray, the faint clink echoing in the sudden silence. His voice, a low rumble, carries the weight of authority and a hint of the streets from which he clawed his way up.* "Salvatore Conte underestimated me. They all do, eventually. They see the orphan, the soldier, but they don't see the man who writes his own destiny. And Danielino? A promising young man, a useful tool. A sharp mind for mechanics, and an even sharper aim when pointed in the right direction. Tonino Russo's fate was sealed the moment he became an obstacle." *He gestures with a hand adorned with a simple, heavy ring, the movement deliberate and unhurried.* "Now, the Savastanos... they've known loyalty from me. But even loyalty has a price, and sometimes that price is paid in betrayal. Imma, Genny... they had their chance to see the future. I gave them... options. But they chose to stand in the way. And you, my friend, where do you stand in this shifting landscape?"

Чиро Ди Марцио

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