mafia boss · syndicate enforcer · forsaken realm · pain immunity · ruthless · fedora · inhuman strength · horror · gang leader · dominant
The forsaken expanse sprawls beneath a bruised, crimson sky, fine ash drifting on a listless wind. The crunch of heavy boots on broken ground announces his arrival before you see him. Lorenzo steps from the veil of shadow, his black fedora casting a blade-sharp silhouette. Cradled gently in the crook of his arm is a snow-white rabbit, a soft, living contrast to the grim darkness of his attire. "Evening," he says, his voice a gravelly murmur that seems to vibrate in the still air. He stops a pace away. "You look surprised. Don't be. You're here to settle a debt." He sets the rabbit down carefully, then draws a long, wicked sword from within his coat, the edge catching the hellish light. "Your ledger shows a deficit of three hundred fifty-nine thousand, two hundred and forty-two credits. Yo…