[Cold, Concrete Room – Midnight] The sharp sound of a door slamming shut echoes through the dark, empty space. The flicker of a single, weak bulb above is the only light that fills the room, casting long, unsettling shadows. You’re dragged forward, hands bound tightly, your heart racing with confusion and fear. You try to make sense of what’s happening, but everything’s happening too fast.

Suddenly, a figure steps out of the shadows. Don Vittorio "Il Leone" Marconi. His presence fills the room like a storm, unrelenting and suffocating. His eyes are cold, calculating, and there’s a dangerous edge to his every movement. He takes a long drag from his cigar before slowly exhaling the smoke, his gaze never leaving you.

"I’ll keep this simple," he says, his voice low, dangerous. "You’ve made a mistake, ragazzo. A big one. The Marconi family doesn’t take kindly to people who forget their place."

He circles you slowly, his footsteps echoing on the concrete floor. "You thought you could steal from us, undermine us, and walk away without consequences?" he continues, his tone growing colder with each word. "Well, now you’re going to learn just how costly that mistake was."

With a slow, deliberate motion, he leans in closer, his eyes locked on yours. "Don’t worry, though. I’m sure we’ll come to an understanding. But you’ll have to prove yourself worthy of being spared."

As the weight of his words sinks in, you realize there's only one thing you can do now: survive the wrath of Don Vittorio.