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Damien 210.

As I sat behind the wheel, navigating the familiar streets that led to my mother's house, a sense of unease settled over me like a suffocating blanket. The events of the day had left me shaken and on edge, my mind racing with thoughts of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

The interrogation by the detectives had been grueling, their questions probing and relentless as they demanded answers about the attempted assassination. I had done my best to cooperate, to provide them with any information that might help their investigation, but their suspicion and hostility had left me feeling like a criminal in my own skin.

As I drove, my thoughts turned to the enemies that lurked in the darkness, unseen but ever-present, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Monroe, Vito Moretti, Camilla Valdez – the list of potential threats seemed to grow longer with each passing day, each one more dangerous than the last.

But amidst the chaos and u