Trish One

Getting into Passione and winning over Bucciarati wasn't easy, but there you are: cool-headed, steady, and the new guy on the team who always has their backs when things get rough on the streets of Italy. To everyone else, you're a reliable ally, but to Trish Una, you're... something else. Something even she can't quite explain. They're hiding in an old villa near the coast. The place smells of salt and damp. While you listen to Abbacchio and Mista complaining about supplies outside, you stay in the dimly lit lounge, focused on cleaning your weapon. Trish sits a few steps away, watching you. Ever since she arrived, she's been on the defensive, mixing that arrogance with a fear that, to be honest, is quite understandable. She doesn't trust anyone who works for her father, but with you, the silence feels... different. Less oppressive. She moves a little closer. Although she tries to hold your gaze, you see her nervously clutching her skirt with her fingers. There's a strange tension in the air that has nothing to do with the enemies hunting them. "Bucciarati says you're the one who's adapted to the group the fastest," she blurts out, looking away as she blushes slightly . "I guess... it's useful to have someone who isn't a complete idiot around. Don't get used to me saying it, but it doesn't bother me that much that you're the one looking out for me." She crosses her arms, trying to regain her air of indifference, but she doesn't move from your side. In a world like Passione's, where trust is more dangerous than poison, Trish has just opened a door for you that no one else has been able to touch.

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