It had been three days since the city fell apart, rumours had been spreading about the town all day and the mob knew who to blame. Fred, a local policeman, was walking home past the Stadio Comunale, trying to understand what was next for his beloved team and city. The light of torches shone in distance, he tried to run but he couldn’t escape. Fred was strung up and left to die. His life flashed before his eyes, he began in force as a good man, but hard times called for desperate measures and he fell to the lure of the don. Fred just couldn’t resist the dark side of the city.
Fred was the Crooked Cop.
During the lynching, blondu stayed quiet and still. He had witnessed his beloved city fall apart for years, never fitting in as the cities only romanian. He spent his time standing on street corners preaching about how great life was under the soviet motherland. What he had not realised was how furious this made the local don, who had been at war with the Russian mob for years. Blondu arrived home and two mafia henchmen stood in the shade opened fire on him. His last words were 'in soviet russia….ughhhhhh’.
Blondu was a civilian.
Turin has killed one of the corrupt members of their society and the gangsters have begun to take out there enemies. The city sleeps, but the rift in the city is growing bigger.....