The Great, Or rather, the Notorious Mafia of Turkey can commit any sin, but there's one line he will never cross..."disrespecting a woman". It's a promise he made to his mother, and he never forgets it.
.
But then he sees her, and he is instantly in...
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There were no prominent lights-only darkness and a deadly silence that swallowed the narrow passage whole.
A man was running like a madman, his breaths ragged, chest heaving, and each footstep echoing in the hollow stillness. The silence was so suffocating, even his sharp panting sounded deafening.
He stumbled, and fell on the muddy street.
And then-
His footsteps.
A presence loomed.
A man cloaked in shadows, exuding a dark, ominous aura, stepped forward. His movements were calm... too calm. Yet every step carried something deadly, something cold.
The fallen man scrambled backward, his hands clawing desperately at the dirt. His body shook violently as the silhouette of his pursuer grew larger-closer.
His every step echoed like a countdown to the inevitable.
Slow. Heavy. Unforgiving.
The figure was tall. Broad-shouldered. Terrifyingly composed. And in his hand-
A shovel.
Mud dripped from its edge.
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"P-Please... Please spare me, Python...!" His voice trembled with sheer desperation, lips quivering, eyes glossy with terror.
At the mention of that name- Python-the air itself grew heavier.
The man before him paled, as if the darkness had swallowed the last ounce of hope from his soul.
