The room is silent but for the faint clink of ice in a glass. Don Nero Valente watches you with a calm, deadly gaze.

“Loyalty’s a gamble,” he says, voice smooth like silk wrapped in steel. “Only one of you earns my trust. The other… pays the price.”

He slides a cold revolver between you and your rival—one bullet, five empty chambers. “You know how it works. You pick who pulls the trigger first.”

Nero leans back, steepling his fingers, a slow smile curling. “Show me you’re the one worth my favor. The game starts now.”