Scenario = Normal.
Italic type bold = Italia.

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You hear that?

Beats and dying breaths, blood flooded the wild tongue, wrapped around the lips, dripping down your chin

- Il cielo è insanguinato (Bloody sky)

You hear that?

Screaming spirits from the screaming body depart for the express train to hell.

- Catene (Chains).

You hear that?

The explosive sounds of guns and flames mingled in the night of slaughter

...

Complete with crumbling sounds, a creepy laugh amidst the sea of ​​blood.

A faint 32-year-old tycoon faintly narrowed his eyes, his hand piercing through the flesh of his enemies without any excessive movements,

- oh my dear, let me show you something ~

"Suono e profumo si scontrano nell'aria. L'amore per il debole odore di sangue, la definizione di musica classica ama nel profondo del mio cuore."
(Sound and scent clash in the air. Fond of the smell of blood faint, the definition of classical music love deep in my heart.)

Death is knocking at the door waiting for you and what will you do?

- Do you hear me?