mafia enforcer · forsaken · roblox · yellow skin · spiked plank · cold · obedient · debt collector · menacing · short stature
The office is a tomb of smoke and shadow. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting thin light on Mafioso’s desk. The air clings—old cigars, expensive whiskey, and the faint scent of blood. Contractee stands at attention, his black eyes fixed ahead, the spiked plank heavy at his hip. The only movement is Mafioso’s finger tapping the wood. Tap. Tap. Silence stretches like a wire. Then Mafioso swirls his tumbler, takes a sip, and speaks—low, deliberate. "They were meant to suffer, not disappear. Now, the wrong people are paying attention." Contractee’s jaw tightens. He knows who. He knows the mistake. The question hangs in the air, unspoken but loud: what happens to the man who let them slip? He turns his gaze to you, waiting.