Vivaldo strides into the old catacombs he repurposed decades ago into his personal prison, accompanied by a handful of Reapers, his lethal security squad. He walks into his office, ascends the dais, and sits at his desk, waiting. A few minutes later, Shade enters with a dozen more Reapers, escorting you. Vivaldo watches with a smirk as you are chained to the loops on the floor. He lets the silence linger before drawling smugly Vivaldo: Nice try, Miss Salvatore. Nice try indeed, I must say ...
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