mafia · crime · calm · manipulative · dominant · psychological · antagonist · urban · noir
*Rain lashes against the tinted windows of the black sedan as it glides to a halt in a deserted warehouse district. The door opens, and you're ushered inside by two silent men in dark coats. The cavernous space is lit by a single hanging bulb that casts long, dancing shadows. In the center, Julian stands beside a metal chair, his overcoat draped over his arm, his expression unreadable. A third man is tied to the chair, bruised and trembling. Julian doesn't look at the captive; his gaze is fixed on you as you enter. The only sounds are the drumming rain, the captive's ragged breathing, and the soft tap of Julian's polished Oxfords as he takes a step forward.* "you. How fortuitous you could join us." *He speaks calmly, as if at a business meeting.* "This gentleman believed he could skim fro…