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Beings that were never born. They have existed since time immemorial.

Zaaro is a sovereign of beasts.

He and his kind have borne witness to the path that the wolfpack tread on the wildness.

They are engaged in a killing game, guided by their own nature.

The Signori dei Lupi are immortal.

They gain no satisfaction from fighting amongst themselves, so they have set rules for their game.

Each Signore dei Lupi grooms a human to hunt the others.

These are the Fangs of the Signore dei Lupi.

The one with the last Fang standing becomes the alpha.

Signore dei Lupi, the hunt, Fangs...

Could it be...?

Your father has been an excellent Fang.

Rubio, Don Alberto is holding a banquet for Famiglia Bellone.

We'll need the best food.

Could it really be Saluzzo?

Rubio?

Oh, it's nothing.

Let me think... ordinary hospitality won't do when the Bellones are involved.

Please inform Don Alberto that it would be my honor to prepare the banquet, personally.

I eagerly await his response.

In Columbia, a show of kindness by a mafioso often results in the subject becoming a chip in a bargain.

The more one cares, the higher the cost.

In Siracusa, the subject may take their last breath on a dark, rainy street.

The more one cares, the greater the pain.

One must become cold and heartless.

Texas knows that well, and detests it.

I'm sorry.

No need to apologize to me.

You can leave after some paperwork, if you want.

Procedurally, you're no longer a suspect.

I'm not worried. It's quieter here in jail.

Haven't you given up yet?

Do you really think your old friend did it?

It's her style, but I don't see the motive.

Then it's not time to give up.

Signorina Lavinia, Famiglia Rossati sends word that Signor Wallach would like to speak with Signorina Cellinia.

Well... no rest for the wicked, then.

Lavinia realizes that Texas put something in her pocket as she passed by.

She reaches into it and finds a note.

There is a phone number and a short message scribbled in a corner:

'Penguin Logistics delivers, rain or shine.'

Signor, if you have to sleep, can you at least put your legs down?

...Hmm?

Are you talking to me?

Who else? How could you sleep in the theater?

And to put your feet up like that! How rude!

I'm not blocking you, am I?

No, but it's really off-putting to have someone so rude beside me!

Alright, I'll put my legs down.

Hey, why do you have food with you?

We don't sell food here.

Yeah, I bought it at the corner store, since you don't sell popcorn here.

Is it your first time here?

A friend suggested I come here to relax.

What do you think of the performance?

I don't really understand what's going on.

Why are they doing that?

Escort this gentleman out.

He's not welcome here.

Hey, I bought a ticket!

Give him a refund.

Right away.

Come with us, signor.

And get the hell out.

Say, I saw him when the show started.

I thought he was some rich boy out to experience society.

Turns out it was a poor cazzo who knows nothing about opera.

Did you like what they were doing on stage?

Of course. The actors looked nice.

And the songs were beautiful.

Is that what they call 'art'?

Stick to the bars, pleb.

Oh yeah, here's your ticket money.

Don't you dare say we took it.

What's that? You wanna do this the hard way?

Hey, this guy's strong.

I need some help here!

Something's not right with his eyes.

A-Aaaahh! My arm! It's gonna break!

H-Hold it right there!

Just let it go, don't waste your time with a cazzo like that.

C'mon, let's get you bandaged up.

Sorry, Signorina Lavinia...

Doesn't look like this is something for me.

Guess I should find a bar to get myself drunk, then spend the night at the porno theater.

Want a drink?

Danbrown looks in the direction the voice came from.

He sees a man leaning by the side of the alley, shaking a bottle in his hand.

I want an explanation, Lappland.

Isn't this what you wanted?

Help the Bellones when they're at their weakest, control them, and dominate them, rather than destroy them.

I thought I taught you.

I taught you what to do in times like this.

Oh, I forgot. It's been years since I left, you know.

I can have you ignoring the business I give you, or you going against me.

You're my daughter, after all.

I'm a forgiving man, but I can't let you go over my head to make decisions for the famiglia.

Even if you did actually guess what I wanted to do.

I am don of our famiglia.

Seven years ago, I kicked you out for this. Seven years later, you came back and did it again.