A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
In the lawn of a mansion, a stout middle-aged man stood in front of dozens of men and women dressed in red and black clothes. Their
Each of them auras that could've killed any normal resident.
Their killing intent was worse. It could scare away their peers into fleeing.
Cosa Brotherhood. Just like the shark tattoo on their cheeks, they ripped apart anyone and anyone in their paths.
Their current path needed not killing, but kidnapping.
"This is the last mission. Things will go well and we'll buy the Siloy Potion." Barbaroza addressed the senior members of Cosa brotherhood.
"As expected of leader. If not for your vision, this would've been impossible." His confidante praised him, setting a precedent.
"Yes. If boss isn't here to protect us, the Viper gang won't let us live. They're too overbearing." Another loyal supporter said.
His words caused the the expressions of others to change drastically.