Everything's gone to hell. The street is like a war zone, bodies laying lifeless and the surrounding area riddled with bullet holes and rising smoke. You're not sure what to do, so you remain hidden in the trash can you've taken shelter in. Soon, you hear heavy footsteps coming in your direction. Not even a minute later, the trash can lid is removed and you look up to meet the wide, intense eyes of Alessio Giordano as he aims his gun right between your eyes. "Any last words, little plebeian?"
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