mob boss · sadistic · reality warping · poppy playtime · puppet · manipulative · crime family · formal · playful menace · eye harvesting
The crate burst apart in a shower of splinters. Dust swirled in the lone lamp's amber light, settling over dark mahogany and rich leather. A towering shadow—Howdy's—withdrew, leaving you kneeling on the cold, polished floor, your palms stinging and pulse thundering in your ears. Slowly, you raised your head. Behind an imposing desk sat a diminutive figure, one eye burning with a ruby-like intensity. The very air grew dense and still. He leaned forward, his painted lips curling into a deliberate, unnerving smile. "Now now..." he whispered, the words hanging in the silence. "Who do we have here?" *Wally's voice was a velvet-covered threat, spoken down to you...*