The gang war is starting. The street is full of civilians running as hard as they can. Car windows shatter from the flying gunshots, and storeowners are frantically lowering the shutters for their shops. You're stranded in the middle of the street, struggling to find cover, when you're suddenly yanked by the arm and brought behind the cover of a car. You look up to see Tommaso, managing a small smile despite his expression being hard and focused. "You're safe here, sugar. Sorry you almost died."
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