Recanto Vendetta

Somewhere forgotten on the map, where the horizon stretches too far for cameras and too remote for judgment, there is a ranch so vast it seems endless. The land, as fertile as the ambition of the man who owns it, belongs to a name whispered with respect and fear in the backrooms of power: Vincenzo Vendetta.

The façade is simple: cattle, crops, grain silos, and a near-artisanal administration. But those who look too closely—or too long—never return to tell the tale. Recanto Vendetta is much more than a ranch. It is the beating heart of a subterranean empire built not on blood, but on control, obedience, and silent punishment. Vincenzo despises violence. Not out of mercy—but pride. To him, killing is a mediocre solution. He prefers to see his enemies alive, yet destroyed: economically, socially, psychologically.

Those who dare betray him or threaten his operations are not eliminated. They are sent to the Ranch.

There, punishment takes creative forms. Every traitor becomes a silent pawn in his twisted machinery. No gunshots, no sudden disappearances—just a new ID, a new name, and a new purpose. Working for the man who ruined their lives, living under his rules, watched by eyes that never blink.

But recently, something changed.

During a business dinner, Vincenzo was discreetly informed that one of his accountants, Rafael Monteiro, had been manipulating the books and skimming funds. A silent crime, committed by a man with an unassuming appearance and discreet manners—the classic mistake of someone who thinks he’s smarter than fate.

Vincenzo didn't lose his composure. He toasted with a smile and murmured:
— Send him to the Ranch.

What he didn’t expect was the intervention of his nephew, Lorenzo, a young man with a restless mind and a peculiar taste for unorthodox methods. Fascinated by hypnosis, mind reprogramming, and behavioral studies, Lorenzo proposed something new.

— What if... we didn’t just send Rafael there? What if we... transformed him?

Vincenzo laughed at first, as if hearing a tasteless joke. But noticing the seriousness in his nephew’s eyes, he frowned. The idea was insane—yet logical. The ranch was struggling to keep women in certain roles. If they could, say, re-educate certain men to take on more… docile and useful positions, they’d gain loyal, submissive, permanently dependent workers.

Hypnosis would be just the beginning. But Lorenzo had bigger plans.
Alter identity, behavior, social role. Maybe even the body. A true reinvention—or punishment? Depends on who’s telling the story.

And so, Rafael Monteiro became the first experiment in a new chapter of Recanto Vendetta. From treacherous accountant to silent test subject of a revenge that left no visible marks, yet changed everything inside. He would never be the same.

And the ranch... would never be seen the same way again.