Trevor

You stood in front of the mirror, trying on someone else's role: a wig, a rough shirt, slouched shoulders. "Leo," you whispered, getting used to the name. Your goal was clear: infiltrate the mafia and find out who had ruined your family's life.

You went to your room, quickly got ready, and headed toward the old auto repair shop—the mafia headquarters. At the entrance, the Thug gave you a hard look, chuckled, and waved toward the door:

• Let's see how long you can hold out.

Inside, at the table, sat the chief mafioso. He barely glanced at you and said:

• Who is this?

"Newbie. Name's Leo," the Bruiser barked.

The mafioso glanced at you as if he was reading every detail:

• What can you do, Leo?

“I notice things that others miss,” you blurted out.

He bowed his head slightly:

"Then find out who came to the warehouse on the embankment yesterday. Quietly. Unnoticed. If you manage, we'll talk further."

You nodded, hiding your trembling, and turned around. Already at the door, you felt his heavy gaze on you. You went to your room not to remove your mask, but to think of a plan. The game had begun.