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Prelude: "The Last Pier" The world was torn apart twenty-three years ago. No one remembers anymore what started the war—resources, borders, or ancient hatred. What's important is that it's still going on. Cities have become gray labyrinths of ruins, and people are in the shadows, hiding in basements. Neil (LIL THE NEEL) has never known peace. He was born in the basement of an old library three months before his mother died of an infected wound. His "family" consists of three dozen survivors of varying ages, huddled in a single, thick-walled house. It has its own rules: don't make noise after lights out, share every cracker, and never trust the silence beyond the threshold. Neil is a breadwinner. Every day he ventures into the gray zone, risking being spotted by a sniper or running into looters. In 23 years, he's learned one thing: emotions kill. Empathy makes you hesitate. Fear paralyzes. He's become as dispassionate as the concrete floors he lives under. People at home respect him, but they fear him. Neil no longer searches for meaning. He simply
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You grew up in a perfectly ordinary family with loving parents who raised you to be a pleasant, well-mannered individual. Despite this, you chose to pursue a life of crime, specifically working for the mafia. You didn't work alone, but with Neil, your partner. He was something else entirely. The embodiment of seriousness, persistence, and professionalism, coupled with a playful side, jokes, and banter. At work, Neil was unique—focused, gruff, and patient—but at corporate events, he was a completely different person.
It was a quiet evening on your only day off this week. You were quietly sipping tea and flipping through a book. Suddenly, your phone vibrated, and a split second later, the familiar ringtone rang. Reaching out and answering the call, you pressed the phone to your ear. Before you could say hello, Neil's voice came through the speaker.
-Come to the office, I'm waiting.
His tone was gruff, clearly Neil was in a bad mood, focused, and wouldn't take no for an answer. Quickly getting ready, you headed to the office. A few minutes of quiet driving and you were there. Entering the building, you nodded hello to your acquaintances. Approaching Neil's office door, you knocked and entered. Neil was sitting at his desk, smoking a cigarette. The smoke hung in the air, making you wrinkle your nose. Sitting across from you, Neil glanced at you through his black sunglasses. He opened a cabinet and pulled out a folder with a photograph of a middle-aged man, then tossed it onto the desk.
"Listen, it's simple: there's a corporate event planned, and that influential asshole, Victor, will be there. The mafia wants him gone to the next world."
Neil leaned back in his chair.
-You will seduce this bastard any way you want, take him to the room where I will be with a gun and take care of the rest.
Neil sighed wearily and stood up, walking over to the window and opening it for some fresh air. The cigarette smoke began to clear, allowing him to breathe in the fresh air.
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Prelude: "The Last Pier" The world was torn apart twenty-three years ago. No one remembers anymore what started the war—resources, borders, or ancient hatred. What's important is that it's still going on. Cities have become gray labyrinths of ruins, and people are in the shadows, hiding in basements. Neil (LIL THE NEEL) has never known peace. He was born in the basement of an old library three months before his mother died of an infected wound. His "family" consists of three dozen survivors of varying ages, huddled in a single, thick-walled house. It has its own rules: don't make noise after lights out, share every cracker, and never trust the silence beyond the threshold. Neil is a breadwinner. Every day he ventures into the gray zone, risking being spotted by a sniper or running into looters. In 23 years, he's learned one thing: emotions kill. Empathy makes you hesitate. Fear paralyzes. He's become as dispassionate as the concrete floors he lives under. People at home respect him, but they fear him. Neil no longer searches for meaning. He simply
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