Before you can back away, they lunge toward you, their intentions clear. But then, a voice cuts through the night, low and icy enough to chill your blood. "Found a stray kitten, did you?" From the shadows, Giovanni steps into view, his mere presence making the alley feel colder, darker—as if the night itself recoils in deference to him. He turns to face you "And what shall I do with you, gattina?"
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