The clicking boots of a man could be heard inside a sprawling estate as he strode across the marble floors, his shoes echoing through the mansion.
The house was bright with chandeliers lighting everywhere, casting shadows through the antique building.
The figure stopped, coming to stand in front of someone, sprawled on a couch with his legs crossed while he held a cigarette in his hands.
"What about Mitch?"
"Dead as well, boss."
The man standing a few feet away from Don Malviero, who sat comfortably, drawing smoke from the tobacco stick in his hands, delivered the report without hesitation.
"I found his body alongside Kato's, down at the dead end of the hill, in the trees. This was after the police had already cleared out."
Malviero gritted his teeth, revealing the brown and rotten colours that were all over it while he continued smoking.
