Infidus

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Chapter 1 - GHOSTS OF THE PAS PENITENTIARIES - REBBIBBIA

I don't mind telling you, I'm excited to finally meet you

personally. See you tomorrow. The Hunter

Come on, f***ers!!! Bring it on!!!

Beat the sh*t out of him!

Kill him, Barabba, kill I'll pay you double. Bash his head

in, he's an a**hole!

I'm sorry, man... While they're busy arresting you, I'll be long gone. I'm

sorry, but I don't want to go to jail... it's nothing personal, Barabba.

Chapter 2 - HATRED

You f***ing b*tch, I'll kill you...

I swear, I didn't tell them anything... they only took me to the

police station for a check... I didn't say anything about the videos.

B*tch! !

I got out yesterday, after seven years spent in a cell. A f***ing

sewer, four metres long.

Seven years thinking about this day, thinking how to start

over... where to start over...with my brother

But I found this. This is what my brother is now.

I've done nothing.

Now I get it. It's impossible to start over when you are like

me.I'm f***ed up, again.

I wanna know where they are, how many there are, where the

f*** they meet each other...

No... I'm not involved... you saw that... they were about to kill

me.

And what do you think I'm going to do now, eh?

I just know that... they kill people, they record it... and they sell

the clips to that person.

Who the f*** are they? I Wanna know every f***ing name of

these pieces of sh*t And I wanna know where the f*** is he?

There is Manolo... they call him Rodolfo Valentino.

There is Catenza but he doesn't do many videos.

Then Bove, the one that owns the junkyard and keeps their

weapons... he makes the dead bodies disappear.

Then Pariolino, that f***ing creep that kills little kids...

Pariolino meets him here... Spaccio, right in this building.

In the end there is Cane, the one that follows the victims... he

tails them... sees if they have relatives...

Chapter 3 THE HUNTER

I don't mind telling you... I'm a little surprised.

Yeah? By what?

I thought you'd be... different.

Please come in.

Did you also think that I would be different?

No, just exactly as you are.

I apologize for the clutter... you know, I don't get many visitors

here.

Do you prefer if we continue using our nicknames?

Yes, dear Mungus60, I do prefer that.

What have you brought me?

That's it? Are you f***ing kidding me?

Relax man, I've got two kids this time.

Yeah, the f***ing client pays double for kids...

With this nice face, people always think I'm a good guy,

hahaha.

Yeah, but you don't f***ing fool me, and you must respect me.

If I ask for four clips, you bring me four clips, you f***ing

retard

Or next time it'll be you on that cassette... now get the f*** out

of here.

Don't even think about running away. You can't go f***ing far,

I'll find you and kill you.

And where the f*** am I supposed to go? if they find me in the

street they'll kill me. I'm already dead.

You know, it's the first time I've shared this with someone.

I can't even explain why I agreed to meet you personally.

Many times I thought you were an investigator, you know?

But then I understood you were not a fake, and that you really

have something in common with me.

Even if I still don't understand why I decided to risk revealing

myself to you you are still a stranger, and I could be wrong.

Do you know how I knew you were not a fake? From the answer

you gave me.When I showed you my first clip, my first p prey.

The clip I showed before revealing my entire collection.

You were disgusted sick... but you asked me for more clips.

A violent vision like that can't generate a positive reaction.

If you would have said that the clip was exciting, or some other

bullshit like that... I'd have seen that you were a fake.

This is that little point that we have in common.

That pain in the stomach, that strange feeling in the throat that

doesn't go up or down, but just stays there, with that strange taste.

The need for that uncomfortable feeling, the adrenaline that flows when

you watch those clips, that's what makes you and me both... unique.

Of course you're still not evolved like me, but I started

exactly like you, three years ago. Please wait for me here.

Every cassette contains the end of a life. Printed on those digital tapes is all of the

suffering, the desolation, the loneliness of their pain in the instant before they died.

Knowing these clips could drive their relatives crazy, seeing the miserable death of their beloved, between

piss, pain and suffering... well, that gives me a feeling that nothing else in this World can give me.

It's amazing, don't you think?

From which cassette do you want to start? From which life do

you want to start?

The first one, the one you showed me three years ago.

Best decision. I think this meeting will change both of our lives.

What the f*** have you done? F*** you... f*** you... let me

go! Free me, b*tch... come here... free me... f*** you!

What the f*** are you screaming at? What the f*** are you

screaming at you piece of sh*t?

Did you think I forgot about you?

I was just killing another a**hole, but now it's your turn, you

piece of sh*t.

When I was in jail, I decided not to get revenge... not to waste it

on a piece of sh*t like you.

But after I saw the my brother left here, everything is

worse than before.

Wait, Barabba, please... I didn't want to do that... I know I am a

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