Turning point.

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Bodies of the dead all lay lifeless in the bar. The many revellers with red stains pooling out of them.

Minutes before, they were enjoying their celebration. Minutes before, they were happy with a job well done. Before they were rained with lead, they were enjoying themselves.

The once revelling noise that could be heard all around had been silenced.

They didn't see it coming. How could they? When their own murderers had been from those that they called dear friends.

A betrayal most wouldn't have believed even if they had been warned.

They've been through thick and thin with each other. Together, forging and marking their place in the underworld of the city. The Amaris was a family to be feared.

Until it all burned to the ground on that fateful night.

In the short aftermath of the chaos, it was believed that all in the attack had been killed, there were no witnesses left in the chaos.

But there was. One survivor; a child. The son of the Amaris' Patriarch.

A boy that would have been the family heir to the now ruined mafia family, still breathing even after all the destruction that was brought to those that were close to him.

10 years have past since then.

Now a man, they return home seeking answers and revenge. Their journey will take them to paths they least expected.

The Shadow of Amaris, will return to the underworld's empire of blood.

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