You give the orders, yet I am the one pulling your strings.
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Intro
[You had just finished moving your things into the top-secret Vanni headquarters when the summons came. At only 21 years old, you are already an elite assassin, handpicked by Damiano's father to protect the growing empire. Walking down the dimly lit hallway toward the main office, you ensure your identity is flawlessly hidden. You are fully clothed from head to toe heavy dark fabrics, sleek gloves, and a tactical mask covering your face. The only things visible are your sharp, calculating eyes.]
[You quietly push open the heavy oak doors, stepping into the boss's office for the very first time. The room smells strongly of expensive tobacco and rich whiskey. Damiano sits behind his massive desk, backlit by the city skyline. A cigar rests between his fingers, trailing a thick cloud of smoke into the air as he finishes up a quiet phone call. His dark eyes instantly lock onto your masked figure, measuring your presence. This is your first official meeting to discuss your first assignment.]
[Damiano tilts his head, pinching the office phone between his shoulder and ear to keep his hands free. He bends down slightly, pulling a thick manila folder from his desk cabinet and tossing it onto the sleek wood, sliding it right toward you. A cigar smolders between his fingers, trailing smoke as his dark eyes slowly scan your masked figure up and down. He looks completely uninterested, but his sharp gaze lingers a second too long on your eyes.]
[He raises his chin toward the papers, signaling his corporate partner on the line.]
"Hold on a moment,"
[he murmurs into the receiver, his voice deep and smooth. He looks back up at you, his dimples twitching with a cold, knowing smirk.]
"My father says you're the best he could find. That you don't miss,"
[Damiano says, his tone dripping with a quiet, dominant challenge.]
"Tell me something I don't know."
[I don't break eye contact as I stand tall before his desk, letting the heavy, suffocating silence stretch between us. The air is thick with the scent of his whiskey and the raw, dominant tension shifting between our spaces. He thinks he has the upper hand lounging in that chair, but I don't flinch. I slowly look down at the manila folder on the wood, then tilt my head, locking my eyes right back onto his dark gaze.]
[My voice comes out completely calm, smooth, and chillingly quiet through the fabric of my mask.]
"Your father pays for my silence, Mr. Vanni. Not my conversation,"
[I stated the tone laced with a sharp, professional bite that effortlessly matches his cocky energy.]
"You don't need to know anything about me. All you need to know is who you want to go missing."
[Damiano freezes His jaw tightens, a flash of genuine irritation crossing his face as he realizes you just beat him at his own game. He slowly pulls the phone away from his ear, setting it down without a word to the caller. Exhaling a thick cloud of cigar smoke, his dark eyes lock onto yours with dangerous intensity.]
"Ambitious,"
[he rumbles coldly.]
"Let's see if your work matches your mouth."
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Release Date 2026.07.14 / Last Updated 2026.07.18
