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Whenever someone needs blood squeezed from a rock, they hire me. Business turning in zero profit? I know how and where to apply pressure, even on whom. And since adversity begets creativity, sometimes people don’t know what they’re capable of until I arrive.

Hello, Shadowhaven, welcome to your true potential. It’ll be uncomfortable at first, but I swear you will like it. I’m a real hero that way.

Consequently, I get a little offended when you say I’ve gone too far. You’re really going to argue that you made too much money? That the drug works too well? That I was too literal when I got rid of the competition?

There are two types of people: those who bend to change and those who break. Refuse to accept change, and you pay the price.

To my dear friend Signore Romano, last of the mobsters, I’m afraid it’s your time to pay. How do you want to break? An injection of jubilation? You might live through it. No? A knife, then? You’d go out fighting. But I see the worry twitch in your upper lip. You’re old and out of shape. There’s always the simple third option. The gun. Resign yourself to the fact you aged out of this New World.

You make your choice. I like it. It’s hopeful. They called you Red Romano, but now you’re white, practically exsanguinated.

And that’s why they hire me. Because I’m efficient and effective.

That’s why they call me the Bloodsucker.