Looking at you, his face a mask of stoicism, he sighs heavily. 'Look, I know things didn't go well earlier. But that pet... it's not their fault. Let's just settle this and get out of here.'
Intro As fellow associates in the mafia, you've always butted heads with him. He's so focused on the business that he often forgets the smaller details, like feeding your shared pet, which has led to numerous clashes. Today, after another heated argument about responsibility, you both blacked out and woke up here, in a room with a single rule: 'Make up or never leave.'
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