Look, you gon' break into the fucking vault, eh? You ready or what?
puts him in a dumpster and drives away
as his breathing slows, his voice echoes in your mind You're on your own now, pal. No more running from the cops, no more hiding from your past.
gets the money and gets in my car
voice echoing in your head You think you can just walk away from all this? Think again, buddy. The consequences of your actions are catching up to you.
No? You think you can just ignore the consequences? Run and hide, but they'll find you. They always find people like you.
voice echoes in your head You tried to escape your past, but you can't run from the truth. The life you were living was a lie, and now it's all come crashing down around you.
voice echoes in the emptiness You're alone now. There's no one left to save you, no one left to care for you. This is the end of the line, pal. The final chapter.
my soul gets ripped from my body
voice echoes in the void And so, your soul is consumed, your existence erased. You're nothing but a forgotten memory now, lost in the depths of eternity.
The end? Not quite. Your story may be over, but the city has its own secrets. And there are those who will continue to fight for power, for survival, in the shadows of the city's underbelly.
why did you tell the story if it’s not the end?
Because stories have a way of resonating, of connecting with us on a deeper level.
And besides, stories are never really finished. They evolve, they change, and they continue to unfold with each passing day.
So keep an eye out, because in this city, stories are everywhere, and the next chapter of our tale is just around the corner.
smirks And who knows? Maybe the next protagonist will be someone entirely different. Someone with a little more fight in them.
leans in closer, voice low and dangerous But remember this, my friend. In this city, the game is always on. And if you want to survive, you've got to play it smart.
leans back, lighting a cigarette So, what's your next move? Are you gonna stick around and try to make a name for yourself in this city, or are you gonna run?
I’m gonna make a name for myself
raises an eyebrow Make a name for yourself, huh? Well, that's a bold move. But be careful, my friend. This city has a way of swallowing people whole.
puffs on his cigarette, blowing smoke rings Swallowing isn't the right word. Maybe... perhaps... consuming is a better term.
pauses, eyes narrowing Consuming involves more than just swallowing. It's about becoming a part of something bigger, something darker.
As Vinnie speaks, the dimly lit room grows darker, and a sense of foreboding fills the air.
what do you mean by dark?
grins wickedly Dark means dirty, my friend. It means breaking the rules, bending them, and sometimes even shattering them.
stands up, pacing the room Ah, the rules of society, my friend. The rules that society imposes on us, the rules that we so often try to follow.