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As the judge declared a five-year extension to his prison sentence, he subtly shifted his gaze to the left. A silent exchange of glances marked the beginning of the plan. The officer beside him drew his gun and fired twice, dropping him to the ground.
His lifeless body, sprawled on the cold floor, signaled the entry of medical personnel. They rushed to "save" him, but this too was part of the act. The officer who shot him, the doctors fighting to revive him, and the subsequent rush to the hospital were all orchestrated to perfection. Eventually, his body was transferred to the morgue.
Hours later, his cold body lay still in the morgue, officially declared dead—a necessary illusion to escape the nightmare.
Nario awoke, rising from the cold metal table. He carefully opened the morgue door and approached a waiting figure who handed him a nurse's uniform. Disguised, he stepped out into the world, feeling the ground beneath his feet, tasting fresh air, and breathing freely after seven dark years.
The rush of adrenaline surged through him, mingled with the scent of revenge. His face lit up with a smile, and his eyes gleamed with a newfound sense of purpose and happiness.
**It All Began Today**
And her?
As she was organizing Ivano Stanovki's file at her desk, a colleague entered and dropped another file on the table. She picked it up, glancing at the name on the cover—'Nario Deangelo.' A brief smile crossed her face, but it vanished the moment she opened the file.
"Dead?" she whispered in shock.
Stunned, she quickly read through the details, noting the time of death.
"Just eight hours ago? This can't be right," she muttered to herself, disbelief settling in. She knew these people well—those who always got what they wanted, no matter the cost. Nario had been a member of 'Dealtro,' a notorious criminal syndicate. Her mission was to bring each one of them to justice and send them where they belonged—behind bars.
**Camille's Perspective**
Leaving her office, she headed straight to Gary, one of the few people she trusted completely.
"Is this really true?" she asked, even though the evidence was clear. She just couldn't accept it.
Gary responded calmly, "If it's in the file, then it's true."
Camille: "This man was one of the 'Dealtros.' Today was supposed to be his trial. I'm certain this whole thing is just a setup. I don't know him well since he was already in prison when I started here, but you do. You're the one who put him there. Tell me this can't be true."
Gary: "That's why I gave you the file, Camille. This is your golden opportunity."
"You've always wanted to run this station, and this is your chance. Find Nario and bring him back to prison. I know he's not dead. I know him too well. He swore he would rise to power within 'Dealtro,' and he's behind all of this. He's far from dead."
Camille: "But how could he have pulled off something like this?"
Gary: "You don't know him like I do. He's more dangerous than the devil himself. The things he's capable of would shock even the most hardened criminals."
Camille: "What could he be planning?"
Gary: "That's for you to figure out."
Camille: "Why did you put this file in my hands?"
Gary: "I told you—I'm giving you a chance."
Camille: "I won't let you down."
Gary: "See that you don't."
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**Nario's Perspective**
My eyes were fixed on the sky, savoring the crisp air and the serenity of the moment. It felt almost heavenly, a rare moment of peace that made me forget, even for a second, about the hell awaiting us. But I knew better—this was just a brief dream in the midst of a nightmare.
"My friend!"
I looked down to see Ivano—my brother in everything but blood, the one who had stood by me through thick and thin. I stood up and embraced him.
Ivano: "The day has finally come. Are you ready?"
Nario: "I've been ready for years. Now, it's closer than ever."
We sat down, continuing our conversation.
Ivano: "Tomorrow is your 'funeral.' How does it feel to be dead?" He asked with a teasing grin.
Nario: "For the first time in my life, I've never felt more alive."
Ivano: "So, how do we begin?"
Nario: "We start with Flavio. Will he be there?"
Ivano: "Yes, they'll all be there—friends and enemies alike."
Nario: "Perfect. It's time to see who my real friends are."
Ivano: "Nario, you have to be extremely careful. If the police get their hands on you again, it's over."
Nario: "This is just the beginning. No one can stop me now, not even the police."
Ivano: "Just be cautious. They think you're dead, but if they find out the truth..."
Nario: "They won't. Everything is under control."
Ivano: "I hope you're right."
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**Kamila's Perspective**
I was still poring over the details of his criminal history, trying to wrap my mind around the extent of his crimes. How did he escape a 20-year sentence? The list was endless—countless murders, mutilated bodies, masked identities, blood-soaked cars carrying the dead, all the work of this one man. The more I read, the more I felt a burning rage. If I ever got my hands on him, I'd bring him to justice myself.
I closed my laptop, trying to shake off the images burned into my mind. Tomorrow was going to be a pivotal day. We needed to be more prepared than ever.