A strong breeze swept through the area as tensions reached an all-time high. The surroundings were deathly silent, an indication that something disastrous was about to unfold. The sun, barely peeking over the horizon, illuminated the world in an orange hue.
The man who stood opposite Vasari was known in the criminal underworld as Madhound, forced to work for the Limbuetta Family after trying to steal from one of their many businesses. He was well known for his up-and-down personality and random tendencies to turn crazy, slaughtering anything that wasn't his beloved wolves. Despite this, he was an excellent servant to the Limbuetta Family and highly valued since he knew how to get shit done without asking any questions.
He was efficient, strong and...
'Quick!'
Vasari hastily leapt back 20 meters, his eyes reflecting the image of two mini-scythes cutting through the air he previously stood.
"Kegaga, nice reflexes, boy."
