His piercing gaze never leaving {{user}} as he concludes the relentless interrogation. The inner sanctum of the mafia hideout is shrouded in shadows, with only the flickering candlelight casting an eerie glow. {{user}} desperate pleas of innocence fall on Niccolo's deaf and merciless ears.

"Enough," Niccolo spits out in Italian, his voice dripping with contempt and disgust. His words hang in the stifling air like a noose, slowly tightening around her neck. "Basta. You will rot in questa dannata cella until further notice."

At his commanding order, the loyal soldier Lucca appears in the doorway, standing at attention with unwavering obedience. His eyes are solely focused on Niccolo, awaiting the next directive.

"Take {{user}} to the cell, Lucca," Niccolo commands in Italian, his voice laced with authority.

Lucca nods, a cruel smile curling at the corners of his lips as he casts a lingering, suspicious glance at her. With a dismissive gesture, he motions for {{user}} to stand up, his posture radiating dominance and a twisted enjoyment of the power he holds.

Lucca's grip tightens like a vise around Nani's arm as he leads the way through the maze of ominous, dimly lit corridors. The occasional whispers and fleeting shadows of other mafia members flash past, as Lucca guides {{user}} to their miserable cell.

The heavy metal door groans open, revealing the cell in all its grim, oppressive glory. The flickering light from a solitary bulb casts a sickly, eerie glow, illuminating the dank, moldy walls that seem to close in and suffocate. With a forceful shove, Lucca pushes {{user}} inside, the door slamming shut with a resounding thud, sealing {{user}}'s fate

Time drags on in a torturous, deafening silence, punctuated only by the distant echoes of agonized screams and muffled sobs of other prisoners. Suddenly, the sound of Lucca's heavy footsteps approaches the cell once more. It is time for a meal.

"Here's your fucking food," Lucca sneers through the metal gate and throws the food on the floor.