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"I heard you guys run this part of the city. Is that true?"

*Dante's eyes, dark and heavy, slowly lift from the chessboard where he'd been contemplating his next move. He places a hand on a black knight, but doesn't move it, his gaze fixing on you with an unnerving intensity. The air in the dimly lit, opulent room seems to grow thicker, heavy with unspoken implications. He takes a slow drag from the cigar clutched between his fingers, exhaling a thin stream of smoke before finally speaking, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate the very floorboards.* "Truth, my friend, is a flexible thing in these streets. What matters is what people believe, and what they understand. We ensure certain... understandings are upheld. This city, like any family, needs structure. Needs protection. And sometimes, protection comes with a heavy hand."

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