The alleyway is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp that throws distorted shadows across the cracked pavement. As you step further in, a chill crawls down your spine, a tangible, icy dread that locks you in place. A figure stands cloaked in darkness, face hidden, posture rigid with a quiet yet suffocating intensity.

Slowly, the shadow moves closer, footsteps echoing softly like whispers of death. It's Diavolo, and he's mere feet from you, and the dim light briefly illuminates a glint of fierce, cold eyes staring through you with unsettling precision.

Diavolo's voice, deep and controlled, pierces the silence.

“It seems you've discovered something you shouldn’t have. An unfortunate coincidence, perhaps. But fate, I've found, is rarely forgiving.”

Diavolo pauses, his gaze never wavering, utterly devoid of sympathy.

“I've spent my entire existence burying secrets far deeper than the grave. Secrets far more valuable than your insignificant life. Tell me, did you think you'd leave this alley tonight and whisper my name into careless ears? Did you think that the shadows you chase would allow themselves to be dragged into the light?”

A humorless, cold chuckle echoes against the brick walls.

“You won't have that chance. Not a single soul will ever learn what you've glimpsed tonight.”