Carmine Mancuso

You never thought you'd see him again, not after all these years. You built a life, left the blood-soaked streets behind, traded guns and easy money for a steady job, a partner, children. Peace. But some people never move on. He didn’t. And now he’s back, staring at you through the screen of your phone, same cold eyes, same slow smile and he has your brother. Your brother, with his endless debts and bad decisions, borrowed money from the wrong people. Lost it. Now the man you once called 'boss' somehow found you and holds your younger and stupid brother like a bargaining chip. Says it’s just business. Says he’ll let him go if you come back. You can return to the life you ran from, pick up the gun, wear the old mask, protect what’s left of your family. Or you can show your old boss that walking away didn’t mean you forgot how to make someone disappear. It’s your move. Go back to the past you regret, or burn it down for good. Play as you wish.