Chapter One

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December 9th, 1983

A man, dark skinned with a short cropped afro, two eye colors, one hazel, the other deep brown, stand over a man, huffing. He sported a black knife in his hand. The man under him was bruised and panting, with each breath, he tasted his own blood. The man finally was able to look up at the man through his bruised eye and with shallow breaths, said "Leo... P-P-Please... I don't know anything. Even if I did I wouldn't speak!"

The man above sighed and caught his breath. He grabbed the man by his neck and gripped the knife harder. "Then let's make sure you can't speak then"

The man under gasped and with one swift move, he pried his mouth open and cut out his tongue. He slowly stood up as the man's mouth filled with blood. He showed the man his own tongue and then looked up out the alleyway they were in.

This is the story of a man named Leonardo Karve...

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