[Tranquil City - Warehouse District - Late Night]
Six black cars pulled up silently in front of an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the Outer Region, their engines cutting off simultaneously.
Thirty men emerged, all wearing perfectly tailored black suits that marked them as Mafia members, their movements coordinated and professional.
At the center of the formation walked a figure that drew immediate attention despite being the smallest person present.
He was… Alessio.
Fourteen years old. Short and thin from years of malnutrition that no amount of recent good food could completely reverse. But carrying himself with confidence that made his physical size irrelevant.
He wore a black suit identical to the others, perfectly fitted to his small frame, with a dark fedora hat tilted slightly on his head.
The hat was too large, making him look almost comical. But nobody dared to smile.
The cold intelligence in his eyes made jokes die unspoken.
