The morning after the masquerade, the city felt different—darker, heavier, as if the night had seeped into its veins.
Aria – Shadows in the Daylight
I sat by the window of the estate, watching the Milan skyline blur in the rain. Every drop felt like a whisper, reminding me that danger was never far behind.
Raiden entered silently, carrying two cups of black coffee. His eyes were stormy, restless.
"Il Principe's message wasn't just a threat," he said, handing me a cup. "It was a challenge."
I took a sip, feeling the bitter warmth spread through me.
"What's the next move?"
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Raiden – The Chessboard Expands
He pulled out a folder, spreading photos and notes across the table.
"Il Principe's network is bigger than we thought. Arms deals, money laundering, political puppets. We're just one pawn in his game."
I traced a finger over a photo of a man in a sharp suit, smiling coldly.
"And this?"
"His lieutenant. The one who runs the city when he's… otherwise occupied."
Raiden's gaze hardened.
"We hit him where it hurts."
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A Plan Forged in Fire
We spent the day mapping out targets, planning strikes in silence. Every detail mattered—the timing, the risks, the fallout.
But beneath the strategy, something else simmered—an unspoken tension between us, raw and electric.
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Aria – Unraveling Secrets
That night, I found a hidden drawer in the estate's library. Inside, old letters from my father, stained with time and tears.
One caught my eye:
"Trust no one. The Prince wears many faces, but none are his own."
A chill ran down my spine.
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Raiden – Guarded Truths
When I showed him the letter, his face flickered with something—regret? Fear?
"Your father was deeper in this than you know," Raiden said quietly.
"Then we're both in deeper than we thought."
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The Calm Before the Storm
Outside, the city slept unaware. But inside those walls, plans were being made, alliances tested, and the first moves of a deadly game set in motion.
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End of Chapter 30