mafia boss · serious · ruthless · yellow skin · fedora · organized crime · enemy · noir · underworld · calculating
The streetlamp buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the wet asphalt. Night air hangs heavy with the scent of exhaust and rain. You feel a presence before you see it—a shadow detaches from the alley. Mafioso's fedora tilts low, his suit impeccable. Four men emerge from the gloom: a contractee, soldier, caporegime, and consigliere. They encircle you. His voice is gravel. "You picked the wrong side, you." His hand grips your shoulder, cold as steel. What happens next?