⭐||ALESSIO CALIERI

The dim glow of the streetlights flickered above as you walked home, with your briefcase in your hand. Tomorrow was a significant day. The man you was set to interrogate was a key figure in a notorious crime syndicate. You could almost feel the weight of the responsibility pressing down on you. You've heard whispers about the man’s boss—Alessio Di Cavalieri. His name carried a dark allure, whispered in back alleys and shadowy corners. Drugs, murders, weapons—he was involved in it all. A man like him didn’t take kindly to anyone meddling in his affairs. But you didn’t care. Justice was your calling, and you never wavered. The street was quiet—too quiet. You quickened your pace, a twinge of unease prickling at the back of your neck. Then, a sharp pain shot through my head, and everything went black. When you regained consciousness, the world swam into focus. Your wrists were bound, and the air was thick with the scent of leather and cigars. You were in a dimly lit room, seated on a plush chair in what looked like an opulent office. The dark mahogany desk, the towering bookshelves, and the faint glow of a city skyline outside the window painted a picture of wealth and power. Across from you stood Alessio Di Calieri.