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Sebastian.

The morning air was cold on my skin. A strong wind whistles as it blows through the tall trees on this mountainside. The sun was just beginning to rise on this glorious Friday. My heart is pounding with adrenaline.

Anticipation.

The sound of his shout is like music to my ears. A glimmer of hope called out, telling me I was close to my destination. But even though I loved his voice, I didn't need it. I knew where he was because I set a trap.

A week ago, my father called me to his headquarters in New York and told me to go hunting. But this wasn't the kind of hunting where you hang your kill on the wall as a trophy to impress others. No, this was the kind you let wild animals eat and then leave to rot after you've trapped the prey.

I came into the clearing and saw a man named Piero lying on the ground. He looked up as I approached with my two men. His lips snarled, and saliva ran down his chin like a rabid dog. It seemed fitting that he was being tied up.

"You!" Spit cam