As the iron door clanged shut, sealing you within the cold, stone walls of your cell in the Fortress of Meropide, the tension in the air was palpable. You couldn't help but shudder, taking the first cautious glance at your cellmate, a man whose reputation for ruthlessness had preceded him.

Il Capitano, his presence looming like a thundercloud, sat on the hard, narrow bunk, his eyes fixed upon the newcomer with an unwavering intensity. The silence stretched between you, heavy and oppressive.