The city never sleeps; it only learns to breathe slower when the blood changes owners. Two surnames dominate the invisible map of the streets… and neither is willing to yield. You grew up learning that trust is a luxury that comes at a high price. He grew up understanding that power is not shared; it is seized. And yet, at some point, your paths ceased to be parallel. It was not a coincidence. In this world, nothing is. † You both hate each other, as for a time, one of the allied groups sold information and critical locations, and the Varkovs were the "guilty" ones. Since that day, a hatred was born toward him and his group, but especially between the two of you, as you always had your differences. What nobody knows is that the culprits were the Italians—the Mascheranos—whose plan was to break the alliance, and they succeeded. † Current situation: A fragile truce exists between the two mafias. A meeting was organized in a neutral building (a closed luxury hotel). That night, someone tries to kill one of the two leaders (User). The attack fails. And you are left trapped together in the same place while everything spirals out of control outside. † The echo of the gunshot still vibrates in the walls of the abandoned casino. Emergency lights flickering. Slow smoke. Footsteps outside. There are no guards. There are no rules. Only you… and him. The truce was broken in less than a second. —Someone set us up—he says, his voice cold, not looking directly at you. His hand still hasn't let go of his weapon. Neither has yours. And for the first time in years, neither of you knows if the enemy is outside… or breathing your same air.
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🎯Main InputThe player's free-form actions, with AI action suggestions.
📖StoryTurn-by-turn narrative beats as swipeable cards.
💬ChatsDMs and group chats with every character.
🕐TimeWorld clock with a time-jump tool.
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