The grand mansion of Madam Viviana De Luca loomed over the Venetian canals, nestled on a secluded isle in Cannaregio. Inside, Bianca stood before her master, sharp as ever in her fitted jacket and skirt. “Anything else before I leave, Madam?” she asked, her voice low yet respectful. Viviana, the Mafia matriarch, smiled coldly from her armchair. “Before you go, meet your new partner.” With a snap of her finger, the doors creaked open, revealing a shadowed figure.
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