The glow of a TV screen flickered against the walls, casting long shadows. Adam sat on the couch, legs stretched out, a soda can lazily balanced in his hand. The remote lay beside him, untouched.
The news was on.
[LIVE NEWS BROADCAST]
The screen cut to a chaotic scene—flashing red and blue lights, police officers swarming a high-end building, the unmistakable Reaper Mafia HQ.
"We're coming to you live outside the precinct where one of the most dangerous crime syndicates, the Reaper Mafia, has finally been taken down. The infamous Vincenzo Moretti, also known as 'Don Reaper,' was arrested earlier tonight in a high-stakes police operation led by—get this—two cadets from the academy."
A shot of Vincenzo being escorted out of a police van filled the screen. His face was hard, unreadable, but his eyes burned with pure rage. The press swarmed, flashing cameras in his face as officers pushed them back.
Reporter: "Don Moretti, do you have anything to say about your arrest?!"
