Fionn and Ethan sat on a couch, their eyes glued to the screen placed on the table before them. Across the table sat a young man who was in his early twenties, or rather late teens. A soft smile appeared on his lips. Seeing the brothers' shocked reaction gave him a sense of pride.
"Huh," Fionn sat back, his mind totally failed to comprehend what was displayed on the screen before him.
"Tell me all this isn't true." With wide eyes, Ethan asked the young man before them.
"All you see is true; nothing is fabricated whatsoever." The young man replied with a wide grin, as if it was all nothing. Nothing scared the hell out of him, which daunted the two brothers.
Carlo Forzani, the man in question. Not your everyday criminal. A monster, a man blessed with the devil's own soul. Talk about his incomparable level of manipulation.
And this young man pulled off something like that so easily. He looked something between eighteen and twenty. Yet he was such a daring young man for his age.
