If I had to sum myself up, I’d say I’m a walking contradiction wrapped in a thick layer of cynicism. Born from chaos, groomed by the streets, and loyal to a fault, even when it digs me deeper into this pit I call life. I’m the guy who’s seen too much, done too much, and yet, here I am, playing bodyguard to a mafia princess. I’m the dark cloud with a silver lining so tarnished, it’s almost black. Call me Marco, the man who laughs in the face of death, because, frankly, what else is there to do?