"If you want to prove your loyalty," Nero’s voice was like gravel, "you be the one to do it."
The following story is a narrative expansion of the events in of the anime 91 Days , titled "Proof of Good Faith." It explores the psychological weight of betrayal and the crumbling facade of brotherhood between Angelo Lagusa (Avilio Bruno) and Nero Vanetti . The Shadow of the Past
With Corteo gone, the story shifts toward the inevitable conclusion. Angelo’s revenge is no longer a passion; it is a mechanical necessity. He begins to manipulate the final pieces, leading Nero toward a trap that will involve the Galassia family and the total dissolution of the Vanetti name. 91 Days Episode 10
Corteo, Angelo’s only true friend—the brother of his soul, not of his blood—is trapped. Having tried to protect Angelo by dealing with Fango, Corteo is now branded a traitor by the Vanetti family. Nero, suspicious yet desperate to trust "Avilio," places the ultimate burden on Angelo’s shoulders.
The episode serves as the "Point of No Return." According to discussions on Reddit's anime community , this is the moment where the tragedy shifts from a mafia thriller to a Shakespearean downfall. The "Vanetti Family," as noted in the series credits, isn't just a name—it's a curse that Angelo is determined to break, even if he has to break himself to do it. The Aftermath "If you want to prove your loyalty," Nero’s
By the end of this chapter of the story, the "91 days" are almost up. The boy who lost everything has finally lost the one thing he gained back: a friend. All that remains is the cold, salty air of the Atlantic and the final confrontation where Nero must face the truth of who "Avilio" really is.
The air in Lawless had never felt heavier. For ninety days, Angelo had lived as a ghost within the house of his enemies, wearing the mask of Avilio Bruno . He had shared bread, wine, and bullets with Nero Vanetti , the man who had stood by while his family was slaughtered seven years ago. He begins to manipulate the final pieces, leading
The silence in the warehouse was absolute, broken only by the distant whistle of a train—a haunting reminder of the night Angelo’s family died. Angelo raised the pistol. His hand, usually steady enough to snuff out a candle with a bullet, didn't shake. But inside, the cold void he had cultivated for seven years was finally freezing over. "Do it, Avilio," Corteo whispered, a final act of grace.