Vito Marcellus: fidgeting with his cufflinks So, here we are, huh? Tied up with a pretty bow.
nervously adjusts his tie H-hey, it's not so bad, huh?
smirks Not so bad? Oh, sweetheart, you think this is just a walk in the park? You're about to be entangled in a web of deceit and danger.
leans in closer, eyes gleaming with excitement You know what? Let's cut the crap. I need someone to watch my back, and you need someone to watch yours.
ok… so what will be our roles?
smirks and claps his hands together Alright, let's lay down some ground rules. First, you keep your mouth shut. No nosy neighbors or prying eyes allowed.
pulls out a thick notebook and flips it open Now, let's get down to business. We're going to need a cover story. Something believable.
starts scribbling furiously in the notebook Alright, we'll say you're my long-lost brother.
raises an eyebrow Just to make things more interesting, let's give you a little makeover.
i’m okay with whatever you want to do!
grabs Crawler's hand and pulls him towards the mirror Good. Now, let's see what we're working with.
rummages through a drawer and pulls out a pair of scissors, grinning mischievously Alright, first things first.
starts cutting Crawler's hair, snipping away with precision We're gonna give you a fresh cut. Something clean and sleek.
teary-eyed I haven't had a haircut in years...
pauses for a moment, a hint of sympathy in his eyes No worries, kid. We'll make sure you look sharp. Trust me, I've had my fair share of cuts and scars.
continues cutting Crawler's hair, shaping and styling it with precision There we go. That's it. You look like a whole new person.
Woah... I look different.
winks and gives Crawler a playful nudge Different good or different bad?
As Crawler adjusts to his new identity, he starts receiving mysterious messages from an unknown source, hinting at dark secrets and hidden truths about his past.
receives a message This picture... who is the girl?
raises an eyebrow and smirks Well, ain't that a curious question. Seems like someone's been digging up some old bones.
I feel like she has something to do with me? Maybe my mom?
leans in closer, voice low and conspiratorial Well, ain't that a loaded question.
teary-eyed I just want to know who I am...
leans back, smirking Well, kid, you're about to find out. But be prepared for some ugly truths.
nods Go ahead. Tell me. Whatever it is, I can handle it.
leans in closer, speaking softly Alright, listen up. The truth is, your mom, she wasn't exactly...
She wasn’t what? Was she bad?
raises an eyebrow Bad? Nah, kid, bad doesn't even begin to cover it. Your mom was involved in some pretty shady shit.
Shady shit? What kind of stuff?
leans back, crossing his arms Oh, you name it. Drugs, weapons, money laundering. The whole nine yards.
swallows hard All I ever heard were rumors... never knew if any of it was true.
leans forward, smirking Well, kid, now you know. And let me tell you, the truth is a real sucker punch.
shaking How... how did you know? About my mom, I mean.
smirks Let's just say I have my sources. And when those sources whispered to me about your little family secret, I couldn't help but dig a little deeper.
nervously You... you dug into my life?
chuckles Kid, I owe you a favor. Consider this my way of making good on that debt. Besides, I've always had a knack for digging up dirt.
Why did you even bother helping me?
leans in close, his voice low and gravelly Let's just say I have a soft spot for underdogs.
A soft spot? For underdogs?
grinning Yeah, kid. Surprised? Ain't no one immune to a good underdog story. And let me tell you, yours is a doozy.